#I’ve only had them for 46 minutes but I already love them

[bookwyrminspiration]

why didn’t anyone tell me this flamboyant figure skater, his anxious fanboy protege, and the mean russian kid were so endearing have you all been keeping this a secret this whole time??

[antisocialties]

Late Night Calls.

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: in which you call matt late at night when things aren’t going so well.

Warnings: mentions of mental health issues, angst, and etc.

To say today had sucked would’ve been an understatement to say the least.

Today was just one of those days where the second you woke up you felt like shit and wished you simply wouldn’t have waken up in the first place.

You looked up at the plain white ceiling with a blank and stoic look on your face. It was almost pitch black in your room, the tv wasn’t even turned on.

You couldn’t help but hate being alone right now with every aching bone in your body, thoughts racing through your head at a mile a minute. At this point you were quite convinced your head would never quiet down enough to sleep before the sun came up.

You rolled over from your back, reaching for the sheets beside you which your phone laid upon.

3:46 am. You let out an exhausted groan after seeing the time on your lockscreen. There was only one thing you could think to do right now that would actually get you to calm down and sleep.

You instantly clicked on your messages, clicking on Matt’s contact info and clicking the call button before sitting up with the sheets still covering your cold legs.

It rang a quite few times before being answered, you felt bad; assuming you’d waken him up from his slumber since you’d previously facetimed him a few hours ago before he’d said he was going to lay down after filming a car video with his brothers.

“Everything okay, babe?” He asked with a groggy and concerned voice.

“Not really, I still just can’t shake the low feeling i’ve had all day. I don’t even know why i’ve been feeling this shitty all day, I just know it won’t go away and I can’t sleep.” You confessed while holding back tears.

“You wanna talk about it some more?”

“Yes please. I’m really sorry for waking you up, I love you baby.” You quickly let out before interrupting your words with a sob.

You felt an immense amount of guilt for putting something this heavy on him, especially just after you’d woken him up so late.

“Y/n stop, you’re okay honey. I love you, the last thing I want is for you to be apologizing for coming to me when you need me most. We’ve already been over this countless times, you never need to apologize to me for things like this.” He spoke in a soothing but troubled tone.

Anytime you apologized for confiding in him with your issues, he couldn’t help but feel his heart break more and more each time. He never wanted you to feel like a burden to him, he’d never forgive himself if he couldn’t be there for you in your times of need.

“I love you.” you hiccuped, struggling to even get the words out as the pace of your sobs only got quicker and more violent.

You tried to force more words out to describe the heavy and dreadful feeling in your chest, but you couldn’t even form the proper words and were only met with heavy aching sobs.

“Alright i’m coming over, you don’t need to leave the door unlocked i’ll just bring my key.” He stated, no longer being able to hear your cries and not be able to do anything about them.

“Do you want me to bring anything?” He asked sincerely.

“I’m not gonna ask you for anything, I already feel awful enough waking you up and making you feel like you need to come over.” You sniffled.

“So yes. I’m getting food and ice cream. You can either eat it or save it for later, i’m getting it regardless.”

You sniffled and smiled to yourself, knowing how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like him.

“Alright babe, i’m leaving now so i’m gonna hang up.” he told you as you heard his keys jingling, before the sound of the call ending.

Your apartment was pretty close to their house so it only took him about 20 minutes to get to you, normally it would be less time but he stopped by McDonalds grabbing food and mcflurries for you both.

Your sobs had slowed and calmed down to where they had pretty much came to a complete halt, tears still occasionally dripping down your face.

You got up slowly and turned your led lights and tv on, also deciding to light a candle since you were trying to set a calm vibe for yourself and for him to walk into.

A few minutes later you heard the sound of a key entering the lock of the front door and the knob turning as he opened the door and walked inside quietly closing it behind him.

His calm footsteps approached your room from the living room of your apartment, his face peeking into your already open bedroom door with a soft comforting smile as he met your puffy eyes.

“Hi baby.” He greeted you while kicking his shoes off beside your door and walking toward your spot on your bed with a drink carrier and a large bag of food.

“Hi.” you croaked scooting over so he could sit down next to you.

He placed the drink carrier with the drinks and mcflurries on your bedside table closest to him, setting the bag on the floor beside the bed and scooting over to you to give you a peck on the cheek.

You didn’t even exchange anymore words before he wrapped his arms around you and coaxed you to lay your head in the crook of his neck as you two pressed your backs against the wall behind your bed.

You deeply inhaled, stifling back a sob as you took in his scent and the warmth of his body against your own.

“Thank you for coming all the way over here, I love you and I appreciate you so much. You’re the love of my life.” you babbled, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Always, I love you more than you’ll ever know and i’m so glad I could be here with you tonight.” He told you in a soft voice before pressing a long kiss to the top of your head.

He grabbed your remote and clicked on the Disney icon on your tv, putting on Gravity Falls for you guys to binge all over again for the millionth time. This was a show you guys both really enjoyed, and found yourself watching late at night relatively often.

He grabbed the mcflurries out of the carrier on the small table beside him and offered you yours, assuming it would soothe your most likely burning throat from your aggressive crying.

You took it, softly thanking him before you put a small bite of the ice cream into your mouth.

You guys finished your ice cream and ate all of your food in silence, him getting up to throw all of your garbage away in your kitchen and quickly returning.

He climbed back into the bed with you, laying down so you could get close to him again.

You laid your head on his chest, feeling his soft cotton t shirt on the side of your face while his chest rose up and down at a calm and slow pace.

You breathed in his scent while hearing the steady beat of his heart as he watched the tv on your wall in front of the bed. You looked up at his face, noticing the slight look of concentration on his features.

Eventually he noticed you looking up at him and returned your gaze, his eyes meeting yours for a few seconds before he leaned down to press a kiss against your lips.

There was nothing better than being in his arms and exchanging affection with him when you were feeling so miserable. There was nothing better regardless of your mood in all honesty.

Your heart swelled remembering all of the times you guys had been in this position before, cherishing every single memory like this one your brain had filed away.

“You feeling tired yet?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I feel a lot better now too.” you nodded.

You snuggled into his chest while adjusting yourself again to get as comfortable as possible to sleep.

He noticed as you began to dose off, the show still playing at a decent volume in the background. He only knew you’d started to fall asleep because your breathing got deeper.

“I love you.” he voiced quietly as he rubbed your back, being cautious as not to wake you if you’d completely passed out.

“I love you too.” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt.

He only smiled as he closed his eyes and continued to softly rub the small of your back.

He cherished you just as much as you did him, maybe even more.

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[fandomgirlz01]

Just A Kiss Pt. 2

Soft Billy Hargrove x Reader

Imagine on my fandom instagram?: No

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,219

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: January 31st, 2023

Post Time: 10:46 pm

Summary: Billy, Reader, Max and Lucas go to the beach to spend one of their last days together before Max and Lucas start senior year. While they're there, they have some fun before the reader gives Billy some news that makes him feel like he’s over the moon happy. 

This can be read as a part 2 to our other fic Just A Kiss or as a stand alone fic. 

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!

Billy’s Pov: 

My eyes slowly open and take a moment to fully wake up. I feel movement to my right and that’s when a slow grin makes way to my face. I look down and see that y/n is still curled up to my side. 

She lets out a light puff of air as she continues to sleep and I can’t help but watch her be so peaceful. I grin as an idea comes to my mind and I pull her slightly closer. I nuzzle my face into her neck before leaving a kiss on it. 

Her face scrunches up for a moment before going peaceful once again. I roll my eyes and nuzzle her neck again only lightly trying to make it tickle. Again she scrunches her face up and I leave another kiss on her neck before I feel her hand come up to my hair. 

She tangles her fingers in my hair and gently pulls me up to her. She keeps her eyes closed, but pulls me into a kiss. I kiss her back for a moment and she hums into it before I pull back. I grin at her and reach up to play with a strand of her hair. 

“Good morning, princess,” I speak up softly with a light smile as I continue to play with her hair. 

“Good morning, handsome,” she whispers out with her own smile on her face. 

I put my forehead to hers and close my eyes with a sigh. We sit with our foreheads together for a moment and she continues to scratch at my head. 

“What ya thinking about, baby?” she quietly asks me and I grin as I open my eyes to look into hers. 

“I’m thinking that… you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on… and that I’m incredibly lucky to have you as a wife,” I speak softly before leaning my head forward to peck her lips. 

It’s moments like this that remind me of all my thoughts last night and I just love her more. I grin as she grows bashful and I can’t help but love where we have ended up in life. 

“Billy… stop it. You’re making me feel all mushy! It doesn’t help that I’m pregnant, which makes me feel extra mushy!” She shouts out as she covers her face and groans. 

“Sorry princess. Can’t help but to state the truth,” I tell her and she pulls her hand away from her face as she shakes her head. 

“I can’t with you when you get all sentimental…” she tells me as she playfully pushes me off and I chuckle. 

“Are we still going down to the beach today?” she asks and I nod as she slowly pushes herself up off the bed. 

“Yup. You, me, and Max,” I respond and she nods. 

“Ok. Well, I’m gonna get ready then,” she tells me and I grin as I nod at her while she grabs her swimsuit from the drawer. 

“Oh, one more thing,” she says as she turns around and waddles back over to me. 

“I love you,” she tells me with a grin before pecking my lips, then running to the bathroom. 

“I love you too, sweetheart!” I yell out just as the door closes and I chuckle, shaking my head as I get up. 

“B! Are you going to wear your trunks or would you like me to put them in the bag?” she yells out from the closet that she'd gone into a few minutes ago and I pause with a little chuckle. 

“Already got em’ ready to put on, babe, but can you please make sure my extra pair is in the bag?!” I ask her as I get up and walk over to the dresser where I had laid them last night before bed. 

“Yeah, I got you babe!” she replies from the closet and I shake my head as a smile falls on my face at her quoting of the song. 

“Princess, you do know that song’s almost five years old right!?” I shout out, but all she replies with is a giggle, which makes me shake my head. 

I quickly change into my trunks before starting to grab my wallet and other things to stuff in my pockets. Just as I pull my wallet off the dresser, something falls out of it. I bend down, rolling my eyes —I need to start making sure everything is in there tight when I close it next time— and quickly pick whatever it is up with the plan of putting it back in better than before. 

As I grab it, I realize it’s one of the polaroids I keep in my wallet. I turn it around so it’s facing the right way and when I do a grin makes way to my face when I see which one it is. It’s another one of us from that first date night and I look over it as I stand back up, opening my wallet to put it back in. 

Once it’s back in, I close my wallet and shove it into my swim trunks pocket. Just as I pull my hand from my pocket, the doorbell goes off. 

“Baby! Can you get the door, please? It’s probably Max,” y/n shouts from the closet and I chuckle, shaking my head. 

“Sure, but babe, what are you doing in there? You’ve been in there quite a while,” I shout as I head to the door.

“Oh! Just you wait. You’ll know later. Just go get the door,” she tells me.

“Ok… ok…” I agree before walking out of our room and down the stairs. 

I walk up to the door and pull it open to see my little sister standing there along with Lucas. She smiles softly before shrugging. 

“Sorry. I thought having him here would make me feel like less of a third wheel,” she tells me and I nod before letting them in. 

“I’ve got no problem with it. Just wasn’t expecting him,” I tell her as we all walk into the living room and sit down. 

“Max! Lucas! What a surprise! How have you guys been?” Y/n asks as she slowly comes down the stairs. 

“Babe. Let me help you,” I say as I rush over to help her down the stairs. 

“Oh, would you quit? I’m five months pregnant, I'm perfectly capable of walking down the stairs,” she groans out, swatting my hands away and I shrug. 

“Still gonna help you whether you like it or not, babe,” I tell her and she rolls her eyes at me. 

“We’ve been fine. Would you look at you! You're glowing!” Max replies with a smile as she gets up to hug her with a wide grin. 

“How’ve you guys been? How’s my little niece or nephew been?” Max asks as she pulls back from y/n, but still keeping a hold of her arms. 

“We’ve been great. A little tired and sore, but both me and the baby are great. I’m so glad your brother convinced me to move out here,” y/n tells her with a grin as she holds her hand out to me. 

I move over and grab her hand with a smile. Max grins before sitting back down and I follow, pulling y/n with. 

“Are we eating before we go or there?” Max asks as she fully sits down now. 

“We’ll eat there. Do you guys have your bags?” I ask and Max nods. 

“They’re in the car ready to just switch over,” she tells me and I nod. 

“My goodness, I can’t believe this is the last summer before you're a senior,” I say, shaking my head in disbelief. 

“Ok, dad,” Max jokes as she rolls her eyes at me. 

“Hey. I get to be sentimental, ok! You’re my little sister. It’s going to happen whether you like it or not. Plus, I better be the one that kid asks when he’s getting ready to marry you,” I affirm, making both Lucas and Max blush on the couch as I point at him. 

“Well, I would say I prefer that over you catching us kissing the first time…or the old Billy,” Max mumbles out and I fold my arms over my chest. 

“Shouldn’t have kissed on the porch then… should have done it before he brought you home. He better not be asking Harrington either,” I explain with a shrug and point at Max, making y/n let out a snort. 

“And that’s better than our first real kiss? And why would he be asking Steve?” she jokes and I roll my eyes. 

“Not my fault your dad came out at just the perfect time. Plus, I wasn’t the one who initiated the make out and moaned. That, my dear, was you. I would have been just fine with just a kiss goodnight,” I promise with a shrug and she slaps my shoulder. 

“And I know Harrington is like the father of the group or whatever, but I get asked, not him,” I wiggle my fingers as I try to make my point, making y/n giggle as she shakes her head. 

“He’s the babysitter, not the dad. Maybe big brother status, but never dad. Of course I’d want Lucas to ask you. You’re my big brother first and foremost,” Max tells me her face scrunched up and my heart swells with pride. 

“Most definitely,” Lucas agrees with wide eyes and a nod when Max looks at him. 

“Wait. Wait. Wait. So, Billy, you're saying that it was my fault my dad heard me moan…” y/n asks, changing the subject again and I nod as I start to get up off the couch. 

“Good. And precisely, princess. That wasn’t my fault,” I muse as I walk to the kitchen. 

“Babe, is the cooler ready to go out?” I ask as I turn back to look at y/n. 

She smiles, nodding and I give a nod to let her know I got what she was saying. I walk the rest of the way into the kitchen and find the cooler sitting out. I shake my head before lifting the handle and pulling it on its wheels behind me. 

“Princess… you didn’t by chance lift this to get it off the table did you?” I ask as I walk back through to the main room and she looks at Max. 

“Uhh oh… Maxie, I’m in trouble…” she whispers to Max, who just laughs. 

“Really that bad, huh?” Max asks and y/n rolls her eyes. 

“He won’t even let me lift a towel sometimes. I swear your brother is smothering me!” Y/n playfully jokes and I coyly grin at her. 

“You think she’d be used to the smothering by now,” Lucas chimes in with a laugh, making Max laugh too. 

“Right?! They’ve been together for how long now?” Max replies before trying to remember the answer to her own question. 

“Four, almost five years,” I inform them as I pick up my keys from the key bowl. 

“Wow. He knows that better than I do,” y/n jokes as she and Max giggle. 

“Billy’s always been good with dates,” Max adds with a shrug and y/n hums in agreement. 

“Well, are all of you coming or not?” I ask and they all nod before starting to get up. 

Max helps y/n up and I smile knowing my wife’s in good hands. Without looking to see who’s following, I walk out to my car and Lucas follows right behind. I open the trunk and he quickly moves their stuff over as I put the cooler in before getting into the car. 

“Where are the girls?” I ask after he gets into the back seat. 

“I don’t know. They said they had to do one more thing before we leave,” he tells me with a shrug and I nod before turning the music up slightly. 

It’s only a few minutes later that the girls come out, giggling the whole way. Y/n stands by the trunk and Max stops by her door as y/n knocks on the trunk lightly. I pop it open and she puts whatever she has in before coming around to get into the front seat as Max gets in the back next to Lucas. 

“What are you two giggling about?” I ask as they get buckled up. 

“Girl stuff. I’m sure you don’t wanna know, Mr. Machoman, ” Max jokingly sounds annoyed as she playfully rolls her eyes at me. 

“Whatever you say,” I decide to just go along with it. 

I look over to y/n only to see her smiling widely and I can’t help but smile myself. I shake my head in slight disbelief that this is my life before looking straight at the road again as I continue to drive us to the beach. Soon before I know it, we’re arriving and I’m parking the camaro.  

“Me and Max’ll go find a good spot. You boys get the stuff and come find us,” y/n informs as she quickly gets out of the car and lets Max out. 

“Uhh. Ok. Be careful!” I shout out to her as I get out while her and Max seem to scurry off like two road runners. 

“We will!” Max shouts back before turning back and letting y/n grab her arm before they continue on their way. 

I look at Lucas with a raised eyebrow and he shrugs, shaking his head no. I shake my head in amusement before turning and opening the trunk. Lucas grabs his and Max’s stuff as I grab the stuff y/n had packed as well as the cooler. 

We walk down and look for the girls. Soon we find them laying out the big blanket and sitting down on it. I put the cooler on one corner of the blanket before sitting down next to y/n. Lucas sets his and Max’s bag down before sitting down himself. 

Together we all stay on the blanket for a while, just soaking in the sun and enjoying each other’s company. Y/n and Max read a magazine together, giggling every once in a while. Each of us snack off of the food y/n had packed. 

Lucas does whatever he wants and I do a crossword puzzle with my headphones that are connected to my walkmen. Thunderstruck by AC/DC plays in my ears as y/n scratches my scalp lightly while still laughing with Max over their magazine. It’s all serene as we all just exist together for a while. 

“Babe, I forgot to tell you,” y/n speaks, pulling the left ear of my headphones off as she looks down at me where my head lays on her thigh. 

“You forgot to tell me something, hmm? And what would that be, princess?” I ask her as I grab the walkman to pause the music and she grins down at me. 

“There’s a surf shop on the pier. I was thinking you could rent a board and go surfing again. You haven’t done that since yours broke and that was almost two- no, three years ago now,” y/n explains to me and I smile up at her. 

“Thank you, babe, but I don’t know if I’d even remember how to,” I tell her before we hear a scoff, making us both look at Max. 

“Billy, come on. You’ve been surfing since you were what, eight?” Max asks and I nod against y/n’s leg as she lets out a hum of confirmation for me. 

“I’m sure muscle memory will kick in. Also I doubt three years is enough time for you to just forget. Admit it, you just don’t wanna leave y/n,” Max jokingly admonishes me and y/n puts her hand over her mouth, muffling a giggle as I look at Max with an unamused face. 

“That’s not true…” I mumble and Max scoffs. 

“Oh, please, you know it is. Just go. I’ll stay with y/n. I promise she’ll be ok with me. In fact, why don’t you take Lucas and he can learn. He hasn’t gotten to yet,” Max continues and y/n giggles when I give her an annoyed look. 

“Come on, babe. It’s a bonding moment. You and Lucas could totally use it,” y/n agrees with Max and I sigh before sitting up. 

“Ok… ok… you keep your eyes on her, you hear me?” I tell Max, pointing at my little sister with a warning finger and she puts her arms up in surrender. 

“I swear on my life, Billy. She’ll be ok with me,” she promises me before sticking her pinky out to me. 

“Ok…” I hesitantly agree as I sit up and link my pinky with hers, smiling at our little thing. 

After the whole mind flayer thing, if y/n wasn’t there, it was Max. Slowly Max and I grew our relationship into a real brother-sister relationship. Over the time we bonded, it just became our thing to do a pinky promise with each other whenever one just needed reassurance. 

“I guess it’d be fun to surf again. Thanks for the suggestion, princess,” I say before leaving a kiss on her cheek. 

I get up off the blanket and stand up. I wait for Lucas to stand up as well, but he doesn’t. 

“Well, Lucas? Are you coming or not?” I ask him and he looks up in shock for a moment. 

“Wait. You actually want me to come?” he asks, making me chuckle. 

“Yeah. Why not? It seems my little sister has a thing for you and wants to keep ya around, so might as well bond with ya,” I playfully inform him with a shrug, but he shakes his head. 

“I just thought you still hated me,” Lucas admits, still shocked and I wave my hand at him. 

“That-” I start to talk, but Max cuts me off before I can get my full sentence out. 

“Lucas. I told you, that was the old Billy. Y/n’s really softened him up over the years,” Max jokes and I roll my eyes. 

“I’m not too soft. I’m the same old Billy. I just now have reasons to actually care about life,” I explain even when I know that everything Max is saying is true. 

“Hmm. You’re definitely the same old brooding Billy who cuddles into y/n like his life depends on it. Most definitely,” she jokes with a roll of her eyes and y/n stifles a laugh behind her hand. 

“I am not soft. Just more aware…” I continue to deny it, making y/n and Max look at one another before bursting out into giggles. 

“Ok. Ok. I don’t have to take this. Come on, Lucas. Let’s go get us some boards,” I wave at him as I start to walk towards the pier. 

Lucas quickly gets up and starts to follow me, but I stop to turn around to look back at the girls. Lucas stops with me and turns as well. 

“Make sure she drinks more water. She’s barely had any today,” I tell Max, who nods before shooing us off again. 

“I will. I will. Go on, have fun,” Max agrees and I shake my head before turning around to walk off again. 

Reader's Pov:

“Are they gone?” I ask Max and she turns to look behind her. 

“Yup. You're good. Go change,” she tells me and I grin shyly at her. 

“I need help up, Maxie,” I tell her and her face falls in shock. 

“Oh! Yeah, of course. Of course,” she exclaims as she rushes to get up. 

“It’s ok,” I tell her with a giggle as she helps me up. 

“Ok. Take your time. I know what to say if they get back before you do,” she tells me as she sits back down on the blanket. 

“Can you pass me my bag? The stuff is in it,” I tell her and she nods before grabbing the bag, passing it up to me. 

“Ok. I’ll be back,” I comment and she nods at me, giving me my cue to go. 

With one last smile and small giggle, I start to walk -more like waddle- over to the bathroom. I walk into a stall before closing the door behind me. Pulling my bag off my shoulder, I hang it up on the hook. 

I take a moment and sigh before unclipping the main flap. I pull my other suit out and let it fall unraveled. With a small smile I hang it on the hook over my bag before slowly slipping out of the one I’m wearing. 

Once the one I was previously wearing is off I fold it up neatly before putting it back into my bag. I then take the new one off of the hook and slip it on. When it’s on, I let out a huff of air before grabbing my bag and unlocking the stall door. 

I walk out and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, making me smile at the bright pink suit. I walk back out and back over to Max, seeing she now has the food set up. 

“Hey. You look good,” Max tells me as she smiles up at me. 

“Thank you. Even as a pregnant woman?” I ask her in a joking tone and she lets out a laugh. 

“Yes, even as a pregnant woman,” she promises with a pointed look and I giggle. 

“Are the boys back yet?” I ask her as she gets up to help me sit back down. 

“Nope, but I figured they would be soon so I decided to set up early,” she tells me as she sits back down next to me. 

“Ok. Did I pack everything?” I ask as I look around at her set up. 

“I think so. Do you want me to go over the list you sent me?” she asks and I smile at her. 

“If it’s not too much trouble,” I tell her with a nod. 

“Nope, no trouble at all. I have it right here. Thought you’d want it,” she explains as she pulls out the small sheet of paper from her book. 

“Ok. Let’s see. Pink lemonade, strawberries, watermelon, goldfish, ham sandwiches…” Max lists out and I nod at each item. 

“Oh! And of course the pink bubblegum ice cream, but I left that in the cooler because obviously… ice cream, duh,” she finishes off in a sassy tone and I giggle. 

“Oh, of course. Ice cream and sun definitely don't mix well,” I playfully agree with her and she laughs. 

“Oh! Here the boys come. Act very casual,” I tell her when I see the boys walking back with their boards tucked under their arms. 

“I think you need to act normal,” Max snorts out at me and I giggle. 

“What are you two giggling about over here, huh?” Billy asks as he and Lucas come to a stop in front of us, standing his board up in the sand.

“Wait a minute… something’s off…” Lucas comments and I fight back a smile. 

“You're right, Lucas, and I believe I know what it is,” Billy agrees as he looks at me. 

“And why did you change, hmm?” he asks me with a smirk. 

“Oh, Max accidentally spilled some of the lemonade on me. So I changed into this back up so I wouldn’t have to be sticky the rest of the day,” I tell him the excuse that me and Max had thought up earlier on before leaving the house. 

“Hmm…” he hums with a cocked eyebrow and I slowly start to panic, but it seems he buys it. 

“Anyway. Y/n thought you boys should eat something before going out to surf,” Max quickly explains, expertly changing the subject. 

“Sure. I could eat. Is the suit new? I haven’t seen it,” Billy asks as he seems to be trying to read my expression. 

“Yeah. I bought it last week,” I answer him and he smiles. 

“Well I love it, babe,” he tells me and I feel a light blush cover my cheeks. 

“Well. Let’s eat, then we can head on out,” Billy comments as he pushes his board farther into the sand so it’ll stand on its own. 

Lucas does the same and they both sit down on the blanket again. Billy lays down next to me with his elbow holding him up and immediately grabs a strawberry. He eats it before tossing the stem into the sand. 

“Did I miss something?” Lucas asks from beside Max, making us look at us. 

“Hmm. No, I don’t think so?” Max replies nonchalantly with a shrug. 

“Really? Because everything seems to be pink or some form of it,” Lucas points out and I look at Max. 

“Oh. Must have just happened that way,” Max tells him as she looks at me while we both fight smiles. 

“Oh… ok,” Lucas seems to just agree even though he’s still very confused. 

“On another note. We brought ham sandwiches,” Max again expertly changes the topic. 

“He is right. There seems to be a bit of a theme here,” Billy comments as he looks up at me and I shrug. 

“Really, babe, it wasn’t planned,” I tell him and he gives me a look of disbelief. 

“Hmmm, ok… says the woman in pink… who matches the food…” he hums out his deductions and I shake my head. 

“It really just happened that way,” I tell him, even when I know it definitely wasn’t. 

“Hmm…” he hums again as I finally hand him his sandwich in hopes he won’t ruin the surprise too soon. 

As soon as each of us gets our sandwiches, Billy and Lucas seem to devour theirs, making me and Max look at each other before bursting out into giggles. 

“What?” Lucas asks, which only makes us laugh harder. 

“Nothing, babe. Just nothing,” Max tells him as she wipes under her eyes. 

“Uhh… ok…” he says, making me and Max giggle again. 

“Welp, that was an awesome sandwich, princess, but I’m ready to go do some surfin,” Billy states as he wipes his hands and starts to stand up. 

“Wait. At least have yourself some ice cream before you go. I got the individuals,” I tell him and he shakes his head before sinking back down. 

“Ok. I’ll have some ice cream,” Billy agrees with a smile. 

I smile softly at him before turning and as I do I give Max a look. She gives me a look of encouragement and I give her what I hope is a subtle nod before grabbing Billy’s ice cream. I give it to him with a spoon and he smiles before looking at the flavor. 

“Babe, why’d you give me pink bubblegum?” he asks and I shrug. 

“I just thought it’d taste good was all. Why don’t you just try some, babe?” I tell him and he shakes his head before popping it open. 

“The things I do for you. This doesn’t leave this beach, got it?” he asks both Max and Lucas as he points at them. 

“Got it,” the both say in unison as they hold their hands up in surrender. 

Billy nods curtly before grabbing onto the spoon and digging into it. He gets a good amount on the spoon before putting it into his mouth. His face scrunches for a moment before slowly relaxing. 

“Hey, this stuff’s not so-” he starts, but pauses as he looks down into the ice cream to find a paper sticking out of it. 

Billy’s Pov: 

“What’s this?” I ask as I pull what seems to be a slip of paper out of my ice cream. 

I look up at y/n, who gives a small nod along with a soft smile. I then look at Max and she too nods at me. I set the ice cream down and wipe off the piece of paper. I then arch an eyebrow as I slowly unravel it only to reveal a note:

Hi Daddy! 

Mama has a surprise for you, she knows you wanted to wait… but she may have accidentally found out last week. Ok. I’ll let her tell you…

After reading it over, I look up at y/n in confusion as I try to figure it out. I try to ask her what it means, but my voice doesn’t even make it out before she’s holding a gift bag out to me. I arch my eyebrow at her again as I reach out and grab it. 

I quickly start to open it and pull out a piece of fabric. As I do, something falls to my lap and I pick it up to see it’s the last ultrasound photo of our baby. The one I wasn’t able to be at, but at least we knew the baby was doing well. 

“Wha…?” I ask as I look up at y/n again. 

“Go ahead, baby. Look at the onsie,” y/n tells me with a smile and I nod before doing as I’m told. 

I open it and see the words Daddy’s princess written on it. I look at y/n in surprise and she smiles, nodding as tears line her lash line. 

“I’ve officially been promoted to Queen, baby…” she tells me and I shake my head, tears coming to my eyes. 

“We’re having a little girl?” I ask and y/n nods happily. 

“A little princess,” she replies and a grin slowly makes its way to my face. 

“I know we wanted to wait until the baby was born, but the technician who did the last scan kinda let it slip. So I told Max and we decided to do this to tell you,” y/n explains and I shake my head again.

“A little girl…” I whisper and she smiles, nodding softly. 

“Now it all makes sense,” Lucas says like he had an epiphany. 

“Yup…” Max agrees with her own smile. 

“My princess. Thank you for giving me the life I didn’t imagine for myself y/n. I love you so so much,” I tell her as I pull her into a hug. 

“No need to thank me, Billy. You made this life for us too. I love you so much more,” she tells me and I kiss her forehead. 

I move y/n so she’s in between my legs and it stays quiet for a moment as I just hold y/n there with my face in her neck. It’s only after I see a flash out of the corner of my eye that I look up to see Max now in front of us, taking a picture on her polaroid camera. When it prints she hands it to me as she comes to sit back by us. 

I look at it:

And smile at the sweetness of the moment. At that moment, I decide to keep it so I pull out my wallet and put it in right behind the other one. 

I definitely can’t believe this is the life we’ve created and I’m so ready for the rest that’s coming. I’m glad it wasn’t just a kiss that first night. 

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Selections from the Correspondence of the Lockridge Family, VIII/XVII

Emenor to Tamett.

7 March 1908

Dear Tam,

I suppose you’ve already heard about what happened to my violin. It can’t be salvaged at all. I even took it to Mr. Winther and he said it was hopeless. He gave me one to borrow for the time being and told me to look into getting a new one. Not just any new one. One of Otionovian make.[44] As if I can walk into any shop and choose one off a shelf. He even wrote Father and Mother a letter detailing the specific sort of violin he has in mind, so I can’t even forget to mention this to them. I’m not sure if Mr. Winther thinks we have that sort of money.[45] It’s enough of an ordeal paying for lessons, but now with this Father and Mother are rather panicked.[46] They keep going off privately to talk loudly. They don’t want to ask Uncle Tamett and Aunt Klariesa again because you know how they’ll be about it.[47] Father even threatened to make that beast Cille pay for it herself, but that’s never going to work because she has nothing.[48] Of course I have something, but it still isn’t enough because an Otionovian violin goes for a small fortune up here,[49] and even if I did, I’d have to explain where I got the money. Which I don’t want to do.[50] I think at this point the best I can do is keep playing the borrowed one and hope that some generous benefactor comes along with a fortune to distribute to young struggling musicians, although my next option is piracy.

All right, Cille isn’t really a beast. I know she didn’t mean to and that it was all an accident. I’ve dropped the violin myself lots of times—not as dramatically.[51] But it’s an awfully expensive accident that’s causing me a lot of worry. It’ll be all right. I just need to be angry with her for a while first.

I didn’t think I’d ever say this, but thank goodness you weren’t here, because you would have been Suspect Number One. You would have smashed it and enjoyed every minute. You’ve probably wanted for a long time now to do that to the one they gave you. No use telling me you would never do anything so ungrateful. I know you for the troublemaker you are.

Such as making a list of “interesting” things but not even mentioning Hollingham until practically the last sentence??? Why must you torment me? Tell me all about it. Why are you going? I thought His Royal Highness wasn’t leaving until next year. Did he do something to make his father angry or is he just that impatient about his education? Do you want to go to Hollingham at all? I wish they admitted girls. And that I were there. Then I wouldn’t have to be here, and that would suit me just fine.

This week I learned “Arie für Solovioline.”[52] It doesn’t sound bad on the borrowed violin, but to make sure, I will follow you around playing it, over and over, whenever you come home. You’re going to love it.

Missing you! When are you coming home, anyway?

Your sister

Emenor

[44] One of Otionovian make: Despite Lienne’s reputation for musical genius, it was not the leading producer of instruments. For the past three centuries, Otionovian craftsmen, such as Dianati and Navario, had established their nation’s reputation for high-quality stringed instruments. A combination of technique and materials gave Otionovian violins an exquisite sound, subtle but distinctive to the trained ear. Thus, they were prized by serious musicians and demanded a lofty price. In 1908, the average gently used Otionovian violin cost fifty myenzen ($2,650), while a new one often sold for ninety ($4,770). These were the only sorts of violins in use at Königshaus; Prince Josiah was said to have owned five of them, although later accounts claim only four.

[45] not sure if Mr. Winther thinks we have that sort of money: Winther’s letter makes no mention of the potential cost of the instrument but instead appeals to the need for correct equipment to make the most of Emenor’s lessons. It is possible that Winther assumed that the Lockridges’ connection to a duke reflected or at least affected their own financial status.

[46] Father and Mother are rather panicked: According to the Lockridges’ accounts from this time, their other expenses included upkeep and new furnishings for their rather dilapidated house, a down payment on an automobile, the salary of a governess for their daughters, and campaigning expenses for Edvin, who was, for the twelfth time, campaigning for the office of representative in Norriber’s delegation to the Liennese court.  

[47] They don’t want to ask Uncle Tamett and Aunt Klariesa again […]: The Duke of Reierwardt’s accounts list an average of fourteen loans of various amounts to the Lockridges annually between 1894 and 1908. Elina’s letters to her brother frequently contain delicately worded requests for money, while the Duke’s letters to her often claim in turn that he has nothing to spare and invoke his ill wife as an excuse to not lend anything.

[48] she has nothing: The Lockridge children did not receive allowances; their only sources of income were gifts from relatives or earning it themselves.

[49] an Otionovian violin goes for a small fortune up here: See note 43 for the average cost of an Otionovian violin.

[50] I’d have to explain where I got the money. Which I don’t want to do: According to other letters of Emenor’s, her father was known to “borrow” money from his daughters, often without their consent, and never paid them back after neglecting to make records of the loans. She eventually made a point of asking their aunts on their father’s side not to any monetary gifts for the Lockridge girls in the hearing of or in letters to Edvin and Elina.

[51] I’ve dropped the violin myself lots of times—not as dramatically: Emenor at age nine had also broken a bow after using it as a sabre in a mock-fight with Tamett.

[52] “Arie für Solovioline”: “Arie für Solovioline” (Air for Solo Violin) by Boschbrandt was a staple of Liennese recitals and private concerts and was among Winther’s signature pieces.

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    The next day, I get a hail from Sophie, asking if I’m free to meet up, and my answer is absolutely. I’ve had enough of these walls around me. I’m not typically an outdoorsy person, but a little fresh air and a change of scenery are sometimes necessary for a person. 

    When I leap over to Havenfield, Sophie and Biana are already under the Panakes tree, laying on their backs to study the blossoms. Biana seems to flinch when she hears me approach, which is probably just due to the fact that she is almost staring into the sun, so she didn’t see me leap here.

    I sit down in the grass next to them, but I can’t manage to lay on my back and not be blinded. 

    Wylie follows barely a minute after me, and Stina takes maybe another three. I’m really bad at estimating time recently for some reason but I have figured out how to count seconds pretty well. 

    Sophie and Biana sit up, and, after giving herself a few seconds to adjust to being upright, Sophie says, “The council gave me this for our next assignment a few days ago, but, as you may or may not know, our resident technopath sprained his ankle so I wanted to wait until he was back to normal. I did not look at our assignment, so I’m as much in the dark as the rest of you. And without further ado…” she unrolls the scroll. 

    Eyes skimming through the first few lines, she stammers, “I...I just realized I forgot something inside.”

    She leaves the scroll and starts running in a distinctly not-towards-the-house direction. 

    Instinctively, I get up and start to run after her. Thankfully, neither of my legs fell asleep while I was sitting down. 

    She sits down, overlooking cliffs at the edge of Havenfield. I stop a few paces behind and normalize my breathing before sitting next to her.

    “Hey, Sophie.”

    “I know you mean well, but can you go away before I figure out how to throw you off a cliff?”

    “I’d like to, but then I’d be a pretty crappy best friend.”

    We sat in silence for a few seconds. 

    Sophie buried her head in her hands, and mumbles, “It’s just...everything is like two steps forward two steps back. And it always has been since I got here. I’m supposed to be this all-powerful thing and yet I can’t do anything.” 

    “Sometimes I wish we could go back to how it was, working with the Black Swan through those notes. At least then they weren’t just another council.” 

    “The council was especially annoying back then, though. Ability restrictor?”

    I cringe. “Fair point.”

    “I just wonder what we could’ve changed if every single adult ever wasn’t fighting us on everything we’re trying to do…”

      “As much as I would love to live in that parallel universe, that isn’t ours, so I don’t think we should spend too much time trying to change what isn’t going to change, no matter how many speeches about letting us help you can make.”

    “Speaking of speeches, I’ve already got one in the works the next time I see the council.”

    “What did they do this time, specifically?”

    “You—you don’t know?”

    “No, I chased after you as you were running away so I haven’t quite had the time to be informed of what was happening. It was on the scroll, wasn’t it? They didn’t even bother with telling you IRL or hailing you, didn’t they?”

    The only response I get is Sophie leaning her head on my shoulder. 

    “They’ve literally suspended me from being a regent until I learn how to quote unquote, ‘Make rational decisions.’”

    “You make very rational decisions in the moment. I wouldn’t’ve thought of burning their warehouse, but you’ve finally gotten us an upper hand in this war. And, for the record, you did not start this Neverseen war. It’s been as good as active since we were kidnapped. But that’s why you’re the Moonlark. Or the Dire Wolf. Or whatever animal you want to be. You get the point. Think about it this way: this isn’t the worst we’ve been through, right? I mean, who cares if you know classified stuff? It’s been in your head as long as you can remember, thanks to Forkle.”

    “You’re literally the only person that knows about the warehouse and supports that I burned it down. No matter, to make sure I don’t help you guys, they’ve threatened to reassign Sandor if I don’t cooperate.”

    “Is that even legal? I thought Queen Hylda controlled the Elvin Regiments.”

    “I don’t doubt that they have some strings they could pull to make it happen.”

    “Which is code for Alina going and beguiling her,” I suggest.

    “That could be it. You should get going back to the rest of the team. At least you can be productive.”

    “You’re sure you’ll be fine?”

    “No, but I haven’t been fine for a while. I know the council will need me for something eventually and they aren’t going to get rid of me that easily.”

    She lifts her head off my shoulder, and even though I don’t want to leave, I know loitering longer than I should will just make things weird, and I’d rather not do that. 

    I start to walk away, but say, “Hail me or message me if you need me. I don’t even care if you show up at my house in the middle of the night. I’ll probably still be awake, or it’s going to be like trying to raise the dead to wake me up.”

    She smiles, before turning back to watch the waves crash against the shore. 

    I slowly make my way back over to the rest of Team Valiant, if you can call us that without our Lady Fos-boss. 

    “I’m guessing you read the thing,” gesturing to the scroll half-unfurled on the ground, and I sit down. 

     “Yeah, but I’ve no clue why,” comes the only response, from Stina. 

     “It’s probably because she burned down a Neverseen wearhouse, so they’ve been reminded that she is a force of nature,” Wylie replies. 

    “She did what?” Stina asks, incredulously.

    “That happened a little more than a week ago. We really should make a group chat to keep everyone informed,” I answer. 

    “Speaking of being informed, I just want to let you know that you’ve been nominated as temporary Fos-boss. We talked about it and decided you would be the best vice president.” 

    “But...I know it’s the same argument as before but shouldn’t it be Wylie? He’s an actual adult.”

    “Spoiler alert: I have no idea how to adult,” he replies, “and I’m willing to bet that you have more experience than me the same way Sophie does.”

    “Is that just a euphemism for ‘I’ve almost died less times than you have’?” I ask, smirking. 

    “At least give him the credit for trying to not bring down the mood,” Stina argues. 

    “He did. But the mood is already the ground. Anyway, I’ve heard you’re really good under pressure, so…”

    Stina responds, “One. I haven’t actually almost died dealing with you people and, honestly, I don’t think it sounds very fun. I also don’t want to have to take responsibility over you.”

    I turn to Biana. “What about you? You’re one of the strongest people I know, I’m afraid of you, I still remember how you tackled Gisela on Everest, and that hasn’t even begun to consider your ability.”

    She flickers in and out of sight instinctively. “If you’re going to keep arguing, then do you want to know why we picked you? You’re so smart with that powerful techie brain of yours, I mean, you found Alvar and Ruy earlier this week. Yeah, you’re the cinnamon roll of the group and yet you’ve built a whole ton of weapons for us. So just shut up and be our VP. With that settled, let’s get down to business. What’re you thinking, Dex?”

    Fighting the Disney song that starts playing in my head, I reply, “I’m thinking I have no clue what our assignment is.”

    Wylie reports, “The council wants us to track Keefe down and bring him back. And if we need a telepath, we have permission to ask Fitz for help.”

    “Well, I’m reasonably confident that I can find him easily if I tried. The question is, should we try to find him? Wait—before we keep discussing this, if the Neverseen has bugged this place, they’ll know what we’re doing and then be able to find him first.”

    Biana asks, “Bugged?” 

    “Sorry. I constantly get techy like everyone knows too much about gadgets 

like I do. Do you remember when I took apart Keefe’s Imparter when he ran away last time? And I thought someone could be listening? Bugs are just what humans and most technopaths call them. And technically, I think miniature cameras can be called bugs too. Interestingly, when there’s a problem in code, it’s also called a bug. I don’t know if there’s any connection between the two.”

    Wylie is the first to ask, “Where could we have this conversation so that people aren’t potentially listening?l

    “Everywhere has some level of risk, but I’d probably say that if the bugs aren’t on our person, then it would be least likely for there to be any at Sterling Gables, considering, no offence, you’re not roped into Sophie’s craziness as often as the rest of us.”

    Stina takes a second to process before snorting, “No offence? Since when do you care about offending me? Anyway, do you really think I want to deal with all of this? I’m perfectly happy just to show up once in a while, deliver some baby Alicorns, and move on in life. But yeah, if you want to talk at my house, that’s cool with me.”

    After light leaping with Stina and settling under a similar, yet normal, tree, I mention, “Just so you guys know, they probably have a lot of cameras in the Forbidden cities. Gisela knew Sophie, Keefe, and Fitz were in London when they went.”

    “I’ve just experienced a thought. Keefe’s letter said she was going to hide like Sophie. But wasn’t part of her success in being hidden because they didn’t know what she looked like?” Biana notes.

    Wylie adds, “I’ve also gathered that it was a large part dumb luck. Alvar was just so incompetent that he couldn’t recognize she was an elf.”

    “So you’re saying Keefe’s stupid for running away,” Stina summarizes.

    “We already knew that, but I hadn’t realized that it was much flimsier of an argument to leave him alone, hiding,” I reply. 

     Biana wonders, “I don’t know much about tech, but is there an easy way to find him, preferably quickly?”

    After considering for a moment, I answer, “If I teach you how to work something, do you think you’ll be able to use your stalking skills to find him?”

    “That’s code for ‘well, yes, but actually I have a better way to do it’.” 

    “Yeah,” I agree, before turning to Stina and Wylie. “Do either of you have a path to the Forbidden Cities? Or a way to get one? I don’t think using Sophie’s teleporting would be a good idea right now.”

    Stina smirks. “I don’t know what her suspension’s supposed to mean, but I agree. I’ve got a spyball if that would help, but no blue leaping crystals.”

    “I don’t know a whole lot about human cities, but I’d like to see on the off chance Keefe is next to any notable landmarks.”

    Wylie says, “I can ask my Dads if they have any pathfinders. You never know what the Black Swan will just leave lying around. 

    As I’m standing up, I say, “I’m going to leap back home for a couple of computers so I’ll see you in like five minutes. There’s a lot of stairs.”

    “Wait, Deck, do you have Sterling Gables on your Leapmaster?”

    “I’ve never tried but I doubt it.”

    Stina gives me her home crystal, a hard edge in her eyes that scares me. I make a mental note not to lose it...which is underlined several times just in case.

    “Thanks,” I admit, leaping home, and start the long trek upstairs.

    I get there and halfway back down before having to stop, where I decide to grab the last of Fitz’s baked goods. 

    I leap back and make sure I give Stina her home crystal back before showing Biana how to use the internet on one of my computers, to see if Keefe has made any social media profiles, whether it be under a real or fake name.

    “Let me know if you have any questions.”

    “Is there a way to search by picture?”

    “That’s why I’m going to be hacking into Watchward Heath.”

    “Is that really necessary?” Stina asks.

    “Do I want to go talk to Forkle? Not really. Will he say no? More than likely. This might take longer, but I also know the chinks in the security’s armor, so it will take less time than last time.”

    Concerned, Biana questions, “There was a last time?”

    “Yeah. That’s how I found Alvar.”

    I check the spyball next, and, unsurprisingly, he’s nowhere recognizable, sitting in front of a blank wall, but he is wearing a Batman t-shirt, so at least he’s figured something out by himself. Even if it happens to be shoplifting. I’m not saying it isn’t possible he hasn’t made any friends, but I’m not going to deny that he’d totally steal a Batman shirt. 

    “Are you willing to keep watching in case he moves?” I ask Stina, not sure what else her official job could be right now. 

    She agrees, solely for the reason that she can avoid her chores if she is working on official regent business.

    I find a comfortable spot in the grass and take a deep breath before cracking my knuckles. Popping in an earbud to blast some music, I mutter, “This isn’t going to be fun,” and start peeling away the layers of defence on Watchward Heath for the second time this month. 

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182 / LAST HURDLE pt 1

Wednesday is the final leg of my wedding and social politics overdose. I can’t believe my whole excursion has only been 7 days, because it feels like weeks since my last emotionally authentic interaction. Then comes lunch with J and N, one I feel I strong-armed them into, and largely about my transferring J’s belated wedding gift to him and his spouse. I sleep late and J finds me smoking and blogging outside Washington Square Diner. Apparently he was at the previous night’s party but left after ten minutes. Wise. N arrives fresh from therapy and feeling jilted by her own lack of invite. And we know why, her Cold War with K being what it is. When we are safely seated at a booth near the restrooms, N bursts into tears. In my solipsism, I forget that N too experienced all of New Orleans’ madness PLUS she has an 11 year old child and bread to win for her whole family. She is under-slept and finding fault with herself at a spectacular rate. J and I grip her forearms and reassure as much as we can that the dissonance between her opinion of herself and that of literally any other person is very, very stark. Somehow we order and a tuna melt and soup and saltines arrive. I stab at a Greek salad the size of a small child and have a half-conversation about Kendrick Lamar with J while N steels herself. I try to quote one of V’s homemade adages about the cruelty of life - that in your 20s (which I am) you look amazing and feel like shit, and in your 40s (which V now is) you look like shit and feel amazing. N reminds me at this point that she is 46 and tells me to go fuck myself. New tears appear, and I almost have to laugh at how dumb I am A man hides in the restroom behind us and stashes what we assume is a bag of drugs or money there. The bag then goes missing, and the man accuses the diner of stealing the goods, calls the cops. The NYPD enter and try to pry him from the bathroom, and when I become excited having never really seen American police in action before, J says “they’re cracking the case!!” I imagine they are after a complimentary meal, and remember the diner menu yesterday had an “NYPD salad” We part ways and I am so full of remorse and love for N who might have one of the worst inner critics I’ve ever encountered. I don’t know if anybody should live in New York who isn’t a natural socialite or from family wealth. The city is more disgusting and sad and sadistic than ever. There’s talk of a dead body lying cold on the street in Chinatown. Also they add too much ice to all beverages, the heating is too on, the food is all poison. But try shit-talking New York to those who run themselves ragged to remain here. I have already kicked my friend while she’s down enough The afternoon is spent with B, a mutual killing of time before he plays basketball in a bad part of town and I head to G’s wedding party at Indochine. We pick at fries at Fanelli and marvel at a woman who we both suspect is pretending to wait tables. She takes dozens of orders and seems never to bring anything. “I like your hat”, she says to B, “mine has lights on it. For when I’m the woods”. B tells me his apartment belonged previously to somebody Kanye once employed and has beefed with publicly. There is a mysterious letter to this person in B’s mailbox, with deranged platitudes and instructions on the front. It is also the first time B and I have discussed other romantic engagements outside of our own brief thing. It is a relief, it is weird. I am harrowed by how many menthol cigarette butts I have generated in such a short time

[peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology]

45 and 46 with tom please? 💗

You've got it! I just went to the fair so I felt like it was the perfect time to write this lol. I hope you enjoy it love! Feedback is appreciated, love you guys xx

Reminder that you can keep sending in requests for the Summer of Love until September 22nd!

Penguins and Popsicles

45 - Trying to win a prize at the fair

46 - Your mouths getting dyed different colors from popsicles

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Summary: You and Tom spend the day at the fair

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Summer of Love

Masterlist

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“I think this is the last of the big rides,” (y/n) peaked around as they joined the line for the tilt-a-whirl.

Tom sighed in relief, “Good, I don’t know how much more my stomach can take.”

“We don’t have to go on this one,” she frowned.

“No, no, I’ll be fine darling,” he assured, “I’m sure I’ll still be able to handle the ferris wheel tonight.”

“Alright,” she smiled and kissed his cheek, “After this we should go play some games, I wanna try and win that cute penguin we saw.”

“Oh you’re getting the penguin, I’m gonna get you the fucking huge one too darling,” he beamed.

“Well considering all the games are totally rigged, I’ll be happy with just the small one.”

“No way, my peach deserves the best, I don’t care how much I have to spend, I’m winning you that penguin.”

“Will it be the pink one too?”

“Of course it’ll be the pink one! And we’re gonna put it right in the living room so everyone can see how much I love you.”

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“The tilt-a-whirl was a bad idea,” Tom groaned as they got off the ride, holding onto (y/n) for stability.

She frowned, “If you throw up on me I’m ditching you.” “I’m not gonna throw up,” he rolled his eyes, “And I’d at least be able to make it to the trash can if I did.”

“As long as it doesn’t end up on me I’m happy,” she squeezed his hand as she weaved them through the crowd, “Drink some water, it’ll settle your stomach.”

“Thanks peach,” he chuckled as he sipped at her water bottle, “Alright, where’d you see that penguin?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit down for a little while first?”

“Of course not, a little tummy ache isn’t going to stop me from winning you that prize. Now, where is the penguin?”

“Up this way, it was at the balloon dart throw thing. You know those games are totally rigged though.”

“Well my love can overcome any obstacles,” he wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed a loud kiss to her cheek.

She laughed as she pushed him off of her, “Knock it off.”

“Don’t fight my love darling,” he kissed her again.

“You’re such a dork,” she rolled her eyes as they approached the booth, “Alright lover boy, give it a go.”

“You two playing?” the girl running the booth smacked her gum before motioning for them to pass them their ticket cards.

“Oh no, just him,” (y/n) pushed Tom up.

He offered his wrist with a smile, “How much for the big penguin?”

“Three balloons, two balloons gets you a small prize, one gets you nothing,” she slammed three darts down in front of him and sighed, “Go ahead.”

“Can I get a good luck kiss?” he smirked, wiggling his brow suggestively.

(y/n) rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek, “There, you better win now.”

“I will, I will,” he assured. He took his time aiming and missed all three shots. (y/n) laughed behind him while he flushed, “Yeah I was warming up, let me go again.”

The woman scanned his card and Tom went again, managing to pop a single balloon. He didn't manage to hit even two of the balloons until his fifth turn, winning (y/n) a small stuffed dog. But it wasn’t enough for Tom, he kept going, burning through their tickets without ever managing to win the big prize. He’d collected a small fish and snake in addition to the dog, but the penguin remained elusive.

“One more time,” Tom insisted.

“Tom we only have enough tickets left for the ferris wheel,” (y/n) whined, “And I’ve already got these three little prizes, there’s no more room in my purse.”

He looked between her and the booth before sighing, “Okay, I guess we can forget about the penguin…”

She nodded, “Yes, let's just go ride the ferris wheel instead,” she pulled him away from the booth as he flashed his sad puppy eyes.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t win you the penguin peach.”

“Tommy I don’t need a penguin, I’ve got a dog, and a fish, and a snake,” she emphasized each animal as dramatically as she could, “And the best boyfriend in the world. I'm more than happy with all of that.”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, “And I’d be happy with a nice, romantic kiss at the top of the ferris wheel.”

“That sounds perfect to me.”

Their walk to the ferris wheel ended up taking a detour to a popsicle stand, Tom picked cherry while (y/n) opted for blue raspberry. It was (y/n)’s suggestion, she insisted they’d need something to keep them cool while they waited to reach the top of the ride. Which was good because Tom couldn’t stand how slow the ferris wheel moved once they were actually on it.

“This sucks,” Tom whined, “I mean can’t they just let us go?”

“You get sick on the fast rides, but then the slow rides are too slow?” (y/n) rolled her eyes, “Are you ever satisfied?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I like the thrill rides, they just make me sick. And this one just sucks while they’re loading people on, which is taking them forever. I could load these carts in like two seconds.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, just open the little gates and shove the fuckers in there, it’s not that hard.”

“I like how slow it is, you get to enjoy the view for longer.”

“Oh yeah, like I really care about a view when I spend all day looking at you,” he rolled his eyes.

Her cheeks flushed and she turned her attention back to the popsicle, “You’re so cheesy.”

“I think you like it,” he teased.

“In your dreams,” she stuck her tongue out, making him laugh.

“Tongue’s blue lovie.”

She giggled, “Yeah, your lips are like, bright red.”

“Red huh?” he smirked before pulling her towards him, “You know what my favorite color is peach?”

“You’re gonna say blue and then kiss me aren’t you?” she smiled smugly, “Cheesy and predictable.”

“No, I was gonna say purple and then I was gonna french you,” he corrected before pecking her lips, “But you ruined it.”

“I didn’t ruin it, we’ve still got a whole half of a ferris wheel ride to make out,” she reminded, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him once again.

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(y/n) peaked around curiously as she left the bathroom, she’d sprinted there straight after the ferris wheel, expecting her boyfriend would be right behind her. Now she was worried he’d gotten lost in the crowds somewhere, taking her purse and phone with him. She couldn’t imagine how impossibly embarrassing it would be to have to go to the missing kids booth because she lost her boyfriend. Luckily she spotted him wiggling his way through the crowd, attempting not to hit anyone with the giant pink penguin in his arms.

“Tom!” her jaw fell, “How the hell did you get that?!”

“I won it,” he beamed.

“How? I was only in the bathroom for like, a minute!”

“By giving the girl at the booth twenty bucks,” he shoved the penguin into her arms with a smile.

She bit her bottom lip as she hugged the penguin against her chest, “You didn’t have to do that Tom.”

“No, but I told you I’d get you that penguin, no matter how much I had to spend,” he paused to kiss her forehead, “Plus just look how happy you are now. You know I’d do anything to see that pretty smile of yours.”

She sighed before throwing her arms around him, “I really do have the best boyfriend in the world.”

He laughed and squeezed her against him, “And I’ve got the best girlfriend in the world. This beautiful, perfect, amazing girl who I’ve just had the best day with, and now I’d like to have the best night curled up in bed with.”

“Now that sounds absolutely wonderful,” she agreed, “You, me, the penguin, and Tessa.”

“Nothing better than a night with my three favorite girls.”

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@niallberry @spideyssunshine @namoreno @thevery-firstpage @outshineallthestars @roseke @zspideyy @emistrash @andreagf956 @tomsirishgirlx @peachyafshawn @agbspidey

[megan-is-mia]

May I ask for a nsfw scenario with number 6, 29, and 46 from the second prompt with Jade and Trey? Thanks in advance!

(ooo i've been wantin to do this couple!) 6. “You look so beautiful when you cry.” 29. “Oh, you like being choked?” 46. “I want to know what makes you squirm, what sounds you make if I touched you here—” (Yandere! Jade Leech and Trey Clover x Fem! S/o) (WARNING NSFW AND NON-CON AHEAD)

(Y/n) believed in true love, for she had seen it with her own two eyes. At Night Raven College there could not have been a more perfect pair than Trey Clover and Jade Leech. Just watching the two made the young woman’s heart jump for joy for them, how lucky they were to have found each other. You couldn’t help but feel good just by being in their proximity.

Why (Y/n) considered herself more fortunate than most that not only did she get to see such a lovely couple but could call both halves of the duo her close friends. She cherished her friendships with the boys so but as of late something had seemed a bit off. When she helped Trey cook treats it seemed like he was making constant excuses for them to touch. When she visited Jade at the Monstro Longue, his words were almost flirtatious in nature.

At first, she’d brushed off these little incidents as nothing, after all, what close friendship wasn’t sprinkled with platonic interactions that bordered on the more romantic in appearance? However, as these little incidents began to accumulate (Y/n) grew worried about the state of her friends’ relationship not only with her but with each other. Finally, it came to a head when she called both men to her room one night to discuss the matter.

“Jade… Trey… you two know I care about you but you need to stop” (Y/n) said with a grave expression. Neither male spoke so she continued her statement. “I know you two probably didn’t mean to do it, but I can’t help but feel like you’ve been flirting with me as late. The sweet words and gentle touches... it all feels too intimate to me” she clarified waiting for one of the boys to speak up and put her fears to rest. “Do you have a problem with being flirted with?” Trey finally said with a curious look in his eye. “What? Well no… I mean I’m not against being flirted with in principle” (Y/n) stammered out bemusedly at this question. “If you aren’t against the flirting then what’s the issue then?” Jade asked tilting his head to the side. The young woman blinked at him, unable to comprehend his question towards her. “Aren’t you upset? I mean... i just revealed your infidelity to each other“ (Y/n) said dumbfounded. “Oh dear one aren’t you sweet to worry about our relationship” Jade said with a coo reaching out to cup the girl’s face. “Darling I knew that Jade was flirting with you, and he knew I was also flirting with you” Trey said with a smile at (Y/n). “But… why? Why would you do that?” the young woman said flinching as her cheek was cupped.

“Why? Well it’s very simple we love you” Trey said with a chuckle. “Love me? But you two are already together! Don’t you love each other?!” (Y/n) protested. “Yes, of course, we love each other but that doesn’t mean we can’t also love you just as much” Jade said sweetly squeezing her cheek, “But I don’t love you two like that, you’re my best friends! Even if you wanted me to I can’t!” (Y/n) said shaking her head rapidly.

“It’s okay dear one, we didn’t expect you to be on board right away” Jade cooed squeezing (Y/n)’s cheek again before suddenly pushing her down on the bed. “In fact i was sorta hoping you’d be a bit resistant to the idea” he adds before climbing onto the bed and straddling her. The young man gazed down at her, his eyes alight with a strange glow that could only spell further distress for (Y/n). “I hope you two aren’t intending to leave me out of the fun” Trey said moving over to sit on the bed beside his boyfriend with a playful pout. (Y/n) looked up at the two men, her eyes starting to fill with tears that were quick to start rolling down her face. “You look so beautiful when you cry” the bespectacled male said almost in a trance, leaning down to lick up the tears before they fell off the girl’s cheeks and soaked the bed.

After the tears began to ebb, Trey switched from licking to kissing. He peppered (Y/n)’s face and neck in light kisses that left her skin feeling all tingly. While he kissed her, Jade began undressing her keeping her pinned to the bed with his body weight as he removed her top and palmed her chest. An impish grin spread across his features as he toyed with her nipples and made her let out a gasp.

“What a cute noise~” Jade cooed continuing to toy with (Y/n)’s nipples before bringing his mouth down to suck on one until it was stiff before switching to the other one sucking it until was also stiff. He continued to lavish her chest with attention while one of Trey’s hands crept down the bed and into (Y/n)’s pants to paw at her clit impatiently. The young woman tried to squirm away from the boy’s fingers with little success. “Where are you going darling?” Trey said playfully continuing to tease her clit before going further and slipping a finger into her cunt. (Y/n)’s back arched off the bed and she let out a moan. He continued probing her pussy, forcing his finger deeper and deeper twisting it around playfully. After a few minutes, he pulled his finger out with a soft pop. “Jade dear, would you mind moving so I can get the rest of our darling’s clothes off?” he cooed sweetly. “Of course” Jade crooned kissing Trey before getting off of (Y/n). “After all, I want to know what makes you squirm” he added these words directed to the young woman as he caressed her cheek and Trey pulled her bottom garments off before settling between her legs. “I wonder what sounds you make if I touched you here—” Trey mused before shoving two fingers into her cunt. Of course (Y/n)’s body reacted violently, her entire body tensing up at the intrusion as a moan slipped from her lips. Jade sat by watching, his cock in his hands as he jerked himself off to the sight before him. Trey was focused on the task before him, stretching the young woman’s cunt out for what would happen next. (Y/n) bit her lip feeling a wave of sensation about to overcome her before her vision went white with bliss. “Oh my darling, you made quite a mess” Trey said with a laugh pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. “I guess there’s no reason to waste any more time” he added sitting up and undressing completely before lining himself up with (Y/n) and thrusting in. “Fuck, you feel so tight” Trey moaned out bottoming out in the young woman. Jade began to undress himself leaning over to kiss his boyfriend and taste their sweetheart on his tongue. Trey gripped (Y/n)’s hips for a better angle and pounded her greedily, his movements calculated to hit her sweet spot without mercy. He continued to make out with Jade for a long moment before pulling away and lifting (Y/n) up into his lap with her legs spread on either side of his hips. “What are you waiting for dear? There’s plenty of room in her for both of us” he said to his boyfriend. Jade took the invitation gladly, scooting up behind (Y/n) and lining his cock up with her already stuffed hole before thrusting in. The young woman’s vision blurred at the sensation, half in pain and half in pleasure. The eel-boy thrust shallowly a few times, burying himself deeper with each movement until he was all the way in. His teeth pressed against the girl’s neck as he made a love-bite. The two young men began thrusting widely in and out hardly concerning themselves with the pleasure of the young woman between them. (Y/n) tried to scream but each attempt was cut off by Trey’s lips pressing against hers roughly. Suddenly her breathing was cut off all together as a hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed. The lack of air did nothing to stop her feeling pleasure and she came with a strangled moan. “Oh, you like being choked?” Jade said with a laugh, loosening his hold before (Y/n) passed out from oxygen-deprivation. He and Trey continued to rocket in and out of her before they eventually came deep inside her cunt with loud groans. The young woman barely registered that they’d come in her with all the thoughts that were already racing in her mind. Both men were resting their heads on her shoulders as they panted heavily. “That… was... amazing” Trey said between gasps. He began kissing across (Y/n)’s throat as they started to descend from the high of sex. After a few minutes he pulled out with a soft pop, Jade following suit a moment after and allowing (Y/n) to lay on the bed as cum began to drip out of her cunt. Trey

disappeared from view briefly before returning with a washcloth he used to wipe (Y/n)’s body clean of cum and sweat. “Well i dont know about you but i quite enjoyed myself” Jade said with a yawn before laying beside (Y/n). “Though i have to admit i’m feeling rather tired now” he added snuggling up to the young woman. “I had a good time as well” Trey said laying on (Y/n)’s other side and snuggling close. “And i’m sure our darling had a good time too” he said kissing the girl’s cheek as he got comfortable. “I cant wait to introduce everyone to our new girlfriend” Trey said cheerifully. “Me neither, life will be even sweeter now that all three of us are together” Jade agreed with a grin. “But that’ll all have to wait until tomorrow” he added after a moment. “Sweet dreams dear one” he said kissing (Y/n) before falling asleep. The young woman stared up at the ceiling sorrowfully, waiting for sleep to take her to a less miserable place… THE END

[alltooreid]

Invisible String

Although Spencer Reid and the Reader don’t find themselves in a romance with each other until well into their adulthood, their relationship has been decades in the making. Almost as if something as been pulling them together all these years. 

A/N: sorry for such a long wait but i’ve been struggling a lot mentally as of late. i hope you guys enjoy this one shot!! As always requests are open and heavily encouraged!! And of course this is inspired by the taylor swift song of the same name :)) Also keep in mind although the following scenes are heavily inspired by some scenes in Criminal Minds, elements of them have been slightly altered to fit in Y/N as a character.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Type: a cute strangers to lovers fluff fic!

Word Count: 3.9K

Content Warnings: typical criminal minds case discussion, mentions of child trafficking when discussing this case, but no real detail. slight spoilers for season eight (beginning maeve stuff) and tiny spoilers for season fifteen (briefly mentions max but nothing really important to the plot at all)

“Time, curious time Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs Were there clues I didn't see?”

You had met Spencer Reid 3 times before you had really met him.  

It was almost silly to think about it now. Now that you and Spencer have been dating for 3 years, it was strange to believe there were so many chances for you two to meet years earlier.

When you were sixteen years old, you got your first part time job. You worked at a self-serve frozen yogurt shop called Iced Dreams. You hated it so much. Your manager was a total creep, your older coworkers were rude and condescending to you, since you were one of the youngest people working there, but most of all you hated the uniforms.

Consisting of a very stupid looking hat, bright pink with randomly embrodiered teal patterns, an outdated bright teal shirt, it had been given to you from a dirty bin in the back, and judging by the sewn in shoulder pads, it had to be at least a couple decades old.

So one day, you didn’t wear the hat.

It wasn’t entirely purposeful. You couldn’t find it, you searched your room, you searched your car, so eventually you had to leave without it to prevent being late. Still, as you clocked it and passed the box of extras in the office something made you decide to leave it alone.

You were about 8 minutes into your shift when your manager approached you. “Y/N? Where’s your hat sweetheart?” You hated this man so much. You had gone to your parents time and time again, recounting his creepy behavior towards you and the other teenage girls who you worked with, but they refused to let you quit.

When you had started working there, he used to enforce this ridiculous rule that all the female workers had to wear skirts as part of their uniform, but you had gathered all the sixteen and seventeen year olds who worked there and all threatened to quit if he didn’t change the policy. So you were no stranger to breaking and defying the rules.  

“Yeah I couldn’t find it, sorry.” you shrugged.

He chuckled and reached his hat out to touch your face. You jerked back, you almost wanted to refuse to wear one of the stupid extra hats just so that you could get fired.

“Well, Y/N its policy sweetie. No matter how special you are to me you still need to wear the hat. There’s extras in the office.”

“No way I’m wearing one of those. I bet they have like lice or something.”

He pursed his lips and sighed “Well I suppose that beautiful hair is just too pretty to wear a used hat huh. . . What do you suggest? If you’re working you have to wear it.”

You laughed, “Well you could let me go home.”

He paused, “Why don’t you go sit in the office, I’ll come talk to you in a minute.”

So you did, for about 10 minutes you sat in the office, surrounded by frozen yogurt flavor marking posters and boxes of old uniforms, and each passing minute you feared for the worst. Maybe you were actually getting fired? You really didn’t want to go that far, because, as much as you hated it, you really needed this job.

When your manager finally came to talk to you he held a small salted caramel frozen yogurt, your personal favorite flavor, and a twenty dollar bill. He handed them both to you.

“You seem so stressed Y/N, why don’t you take the day and go get lunch. My treat,” he said, smiling that weird twisted smile that always made your full body shiver.

However you were broke as hell, and no teenager in their right mind would ever pass up free food, so you took it, grabbed your keys and started to leave

Yet as soon as you walked out the back door you dropped your frozen yogurt, cup fully upside down, onto the pavement. You cursed, you hadn’t even taken a bite of it yet, and it looked like he had put coconut flakes on it, and you loved coconut. Still, you had your twenty bucks, and that was a pretty sweet pay out considering you were only clocked in for about 20 minutes.

So you got Chinese food, and spent what was supposed to be your shift in the shopping mall across town, completely and blissfully unaware of the fact the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI was dragging your manager away in handcuffs.

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Young Spencer Reid had only joined the FBI about a month ago. Despite being a genius, and providing crucial information to the solving of cases, he was aware of the most obvious. He was only twenty two years old, and he was scrawny as hell.

He felt this intense need to prove himself, especially to make Gideon proud.

So when they got a case about a the kidnapping and sex trafficking of teenage girls, he saw it as something he could really involve himself in. Based on the profile, it wasn’t going to be a large, strong, confident unsub who Morgan needed to tackle. This man would be ugly sure, but he would be a manipulative mastermind. Reid could work with that, he could prove himself.

He surprised everyone with his sheer work ethic and determination to find this man, and through consistently revising and delivering the profile soon enough they got a hit. A young woman in her early twenties called the tipline and reported her own manager. Insisting he fit the profile perfectly, and described how strangely he treated the minors who worked there, and how he almost exclusively hired young girls, treated them great and then switched as soon as they became legal.

So Garcia did her magically digging, and soon enough the FBI was tearing up a frozen yogurt shop, looking for any evidence of pedophilia. Garcia was even brought along, as she was pivotal to discovering any secret files in his computer.

At first, all they could find were strange compilation videos and under employees skirts. Spencer, and the rest of the team, were struggling to connect how he could get so many videos from an angle like this without anyone noticing or reporting him, until Gideon uncovered an old dusty pair of shoes, in which the right one held a small camera at the toe.

Although this was absolutely disgusting, it wasn’t enough to prove he was running the ring or kidnapping the girls, so Garcia kept digging. Meanwhile, Spencer tried to make himself useful by checking out the back of the store.

That’s where he found your clock-out receipt.

“Hey guys, we might want to take a look at this,” he shouted out.

Morgan grabbed the paper from his hand, “Ok, I don’t get it kid, it’s trash.”

Spencer pointed to the details on the slip, “Yeah but it says here she clocked out 18 minutes ago after only working for 23 minutes and 46 seconds. If this guy is our unsub, this girl could be in a lot of trouble.”

“Maybe she’s still here, has anyone checked out the parking lot yet?”

Spencer shook his head, and followed Morgan out the back door. There they discovered some almost completely melted salted caramel frozen yogurt.

Morgan bent down to investigate, “Yeah, we gotta get this to the lab, but I can tell you right now that there’s clearly more than just coconut topping this yogurt. It also means we have another victim.”

Spencer crouched down as well, “Not necessarily.”

“What do you mean kid? We’re missing a teenage girl and we’ve already found illegal evidence on this guy's computer. She’s in trouble.”

“Well judging the shape and inscription of these pills it appears to be some pretty strong rohypnol, almost certainly prescription grade. And ingesting it like this means she probably would have begun to feel its effects fairly early, I would predict 15 minutes. She clocked out 18 minutes ago, so even if she left exactly at that time she would have certainly crashed her car on the way home. The nearest residence is 8 minutes away from here, we’re in a complete shopping district. There’s only two cars out here and neither have a passed out driver, so I would bet she didn’t eat any of it. Also, the only spoon out here is still wrapped in plastic, “ Spencer analyzed.

Morgan sighed, “Well what do we even do then?”

Before Spencer could answer Hotch opened the back door. “We got him.”

Spencer turned to Morgan, “I’m sure her phone number is somewhere inside, I say we call her and make sure she’s ok. She probably doesn’t even know this is happening right now.”

So he did find your phone number, and although he initially pushed the phone to Morgan, he just chuckled and pushed it back.

“No way pretty boy. You’re the know-it-all with all that profiling out there, you can call her,” and before he could protest Morgan left, so Spencer was left to call you.

And strangely, for it being the first time he would ever interact with the love of his life, he thought nothing of it.

And that was the first time you had met Spencer Reid.

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The second time was years and years later, when you were waitressing night shifts to make extra money. You had never forgotten meeting Spencer Reid the first time, but this was the first time you would ever see his face.

You were slightly concerned when you got a call from a man, whose name you had now long forgotten, claiming he worked for the FBI. Although you weren’t incredibly surprised to hear your manager committed such heinous crimes against children, you were taken aback by how close you had come to becoming one of his victims.

But that was 9 years ago. In your college days it became a fun story you told at frat parties, but you were 25 now. Sometimes you would think about the incident when you couldn’t sleep, and if you were feeling feisty you would use it as an icebreaker or a “two truths, one lie” statement, but otherwise you didn’t really think about it.

You had plenty of other things to worry about, in fact, that’s exactly why you worked so much. It was so much easier to forget when you were constantly preoccupied with complaining customers and terribly awkward blind dates.

You had just sat this man, incredibly handsome, however it was clear he was on some kind of date. His reservation was for two, and he spent way too much time adjusting his clothes and table setting for him to not be trying to impress someone special. He also brought a gift, which judging by the packaging and shape, seemed to be some kind of wrapped book.

Even though he was 15 minutes early for his own reservation, he still looked really nervous, almost like he already believed she might not show up. You couldn’t help yourself, you had to go talk to him.

“Anyone ever tell you you should model?” you started with.

He looked up “Excuse me?”

“Sorry for being so bold, you just look so familiar,” he weirdly sounded very familiar as well, but you didn’t tell him that. “Are you sure you haven’t modeled? You have excellent bone structure. I bet you could.”

He laughed to himself, “yeah I’m sure.”

“Well your date is very lucky either way. I wish I had a boyfriend as handsome as you. Actually I wish I had a boyfriend period, but that’s a whole other story.”

He chuckled, and although you knew in your heart that you shouldn’t be flirting with him considering he was 15 minutes away from being actively on a date talking to him made you feel something you hadn’t felt in a long time. “What happened with your boyfriend? Do I even dare ask?”

“Well I kind of always knew he wasn’t super interested in me, but I really liked him, so I did my best to ignore his wandering eyes,” you sighed. “That didn’t stop him from leaving me for his coworker though.”

“That’s terrible.”

You smirked, “That’s not even the worst part, he broke up with me over a 27 second phone call. He didn’t even let me respond, he just kind of hung up.”

“I’m sorry, no one deserves that. Especially not you. I’ve only been talking to you for a couple minutes and I can tell that.”

“Oh really? What makes you so sure?”

“I’m pretty good at reading people.”

You smiled, “Well I should probably stop flirting with you now, considering your date hasn’t even started yet. And don’t worry, she’ll show, you’re so handsome she’d be stupid not to.”

He looked confused. “You were flirting with me?”

You laughed, “I thought you were good at reading people?”

He smiled back at you, and it made your heart soar, this silly, pure goofy smile that made you want to replace his date and have dinner with him right then and there.

You walked back to your hostess stand. A couple minutes later you noticed the handsome stranger on the phone. You thought nothing of it until later when a woman came in, clearly nervous, holding a gift bag.

“Can you give this to Spencer Reid for me please?” You recognized the name, the man you were just speaking with had filed his reservation under it.

“Um, yeah sure, aren’t you going to go in? He’s at that table over the-” but before you could finish your sentence the woman was gone. Your heart sank, poor Spencer, how could someone drop their date off a gift but stand them up anyway? That’s just cold.

When you get up to bring the gift to him, he’s already heading out of the restaurant himself.

“Sir? Spencer? Dr. Reid?” he turned his head. “A lady came in and dropped this off for you.”

His face dropped, it almost looked like he was about to cry. “Thank you,” he said as he looked up at you before leaving.

He ran out the door, both gifts in hand and whipped his head around a few times before sighing and speeding off in one direction. Even before you learned what happened after that and leading up to it, you felt terrible for the handsome stranger.

How could you not for someone so clearly distressed? Someone so clearly in love?

➽───────────────❥

7 years and a divorce later you were spending your Saturday in a park, strangely contemplating love itself. Although you barely remember that night all those years ago when you spoke to Spencer, he did. Vividly. In fact, on this Saturday you both were in a public park, contemplating your many failed attempts at true love.

It was your first wedding anniversary without your husband. Although you had only been married for two years, you still were having a hard time navigating life without him. 

You started to wonder if you would ever find the true love you had been wishing for since your youth. Was 32 too late? Had you lived out all of your opportunities?

When you were little your mother had told you that all soulmates were attached at the left ring fingers, by small, incredibly thin strands of gold string, invisible to the naked eye. She insisted that these strings were constantly trying to pull you and your soulmate together, and that when life was ready for you two to meet, you would. 

Until then, you would have small, mindless interactions. Things you wouldn’t think about, maybe even things that weren’t interactions at all. You would get the same commercial jingle stuck in your head. You would both get an intense craving for the same food. You’d have the same dream. 

As a kid you were obsessed with this idea, you thought it was so romantic, and you fully believed everything your mom told you about it. You always asked her for more stories, and at bedtime you refused to sleep unless she would tell you more.

But now you were sure soulmates, true love even, didn’t exist. The invisible pretty gold strings your mother weaved fantastic stories with were completely fabricated. If they weren’t, you would have seen the clues by now.

Right?

➽───────────────❥

Spencer Reid was given an assignment from his therapist. He had to spend his Saturday off trying to interact with a stranger. Making friends with someone other than his colleagues may seem like a simple task for some, but it was something the young genius had almost no experience with.

He understood that it was probably for the best. He wasn’t exactly great with relationships of any kind, but especially not romantic ones. It didn’t take a genius to know that a couple of flirtations, a dead girlfriend he had only seen once, and a long time unrequited (or at least he thought unrequited) infatuation with his best friend and godsons’ mother was not a very great track record.

He, just like you, was also beginning to believe that he was hopeless when it came to love. That 38 was too old, that his time to meet someone and have the children he dreamed of had long passed.

But right as he was about to call JJ, to see if she would invite him in on the case Garcia had started to work on, he saw you.

Unlike you, he remembered your face and your interaction vividly. That almost date with Maeve was one of the biggest defining moments of his life, and what are the chances that the waitress from that very night was now less than 30 feet away from him, reading under the green leaves of a tree.

He wasn’t going to say anything, until he saw the book you were reading.

The Narrative of John Smith.

It must have been a sign, for what he wasn’t exactly sure yet, but it just had to mean something. The universe had to be reaching out to him, he had experienced crazier things.

And just as he was about to walk over to you, to close the gap between the gold strings tied around your ring fingers, a child interrupted his train of thought.

“That’s a strange haircut.”

➽───────────────❥

Derek Morgan and Spencer Reid were finally reuniting after many years. They barely got to see each other these days, but even though he was teaching and working at the BAU, Spencer still was willing to clear his schedule to second Derek suggested they meet up.

Morgan was excited as well, both to see his friend and to hopefully help him get a date. Sure, he had liked what he had heard about Max, but he wasn’t exactly surprised it had only lasted a couple months between her and Spencer. They just seemed too different.

Plus, now he got the chance to play wingman again, and he was ecstatic about that. Spencer not so much.

“I don’t know Morgan, it’s only been a couple months since we broke up. Wouldn’t it be too early to start talking to other people?”

“Pretty boy, you and I both know that the rate in which you’ve had relationships is not even close to the average. You need to balance that out somehow.”

Spencer sighed, he knew Derek was right, but he still felt strange.

“Morgan, have you ever heard of the red string of fate?”

“No, but I’m sure I’m about to hear all about it.”

“It’s an East Asian philosophy, based on the discovery that the ulnar artery connects the heart with the pinky finger, actually that’s where the belief in pinky promises come from. The reason it’s integrated in so many different cultures is that-”

“Kid, you’re losing me here,” Morgan interrupted. “Finish your thing about the string.”

“Oh yeah, sorry. It’s the idea that human relations are predestined by a red string that the gods tie to the pinky fingers of those who find each other in life. Legend has it that the two people connected by this thread will have an important story, regardless of the time, place or circumstances. The red string might get tangled, contracted or stretched, as surely often happens, but it can never break. Essentially, the idea is that although we might not realize it, our lives move in a pre-ordained direction, guided by invisible strings that are woven into the fabric of the Universe itself. And all the while, the red thread connecting us to our distant soulmates is getting shorter.”

“Well it’s an interesting theory kid, but it’s a lot to think about. I mean, we’re in a bar, let loose a little bit. Not every interaction has to be about getting closer to your soulmate. And sure, maybe you’ll meet them one day, maybe even soon. But you’re here now, and just because your one true love may not be, doesn’t mean it’s not worth it to be here.”

Spencer sighed, “You’re right. I don’t even know if I believe in that anyway, maybe I’m just looking for something to explain this all.

Derek patted his friend on the shoulder, “okay pretty ricky, this is how it’s about to go down. I’m going to buy you two drinks. You’re going to take both of them, and go find someone, anyone here to go talk to.”

“Ok, I think I can do that. Who?”

Derek looked around, trying to find who he believed would be the best match for his friend. “How about her?” he asked, pointing at you.

Spencer couldn’t believe it when he looked. There you were, the girl, the one he had met three times before, even if he could only remember two. The woman he knew was some sort of universe sent sign that Saturday he saw you underneath the greenery. The girl he was so close to talking to before he was interrupted by Max’s nephew. The woman who (and he obviously did not know this at the time) he would marry 3 years later. The one who would carefully knit the baby blankets for all of their friends and exes. The one who he would adopt 3 children with. The woman who, he was now sure, was at the other end of his invisible string. The girl he needed to talk to right now.

“Is it just me,” Morgan said, “Or does she look kind of familiar?”

“Yes,” Spencer responded, “yes she does.” He got up quickly and started making strides towards you.

“Wait!” Morgan called, “You forgot your drinks!”

“I don’t need them!” he shouted back. When he sat down next to you, you smiled. It made his heart soar, you had this silly, pure goofy smile that made him want to ask you out right then and there.

Instead he settled on the only conversation starter he could think of.

“Have you ever heard of the invisible string story?”

And you couldn’t help but laugh.

“A string that pulled me Out of all the wrong arms right into that dive bar Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire Chains around my demons, wool to brave the seasons One single thread of gold tied me to you”

- Thank you for reading! Please reblog and let me know what you think :))

[dialovers-translations]

DIABOLIK LOVERS DAYLIGHT  Vol.5 Sakamaki Kanato [TRACK 1]

Original title: ワガママ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Daylight Vol. 5 Sakamaki Kanato

Audio: Here (Huge thank you to @filthyhelplessworld​ for providing the audio!)

Seiyuu: Kaji Yuki

Translator’s note: The title of this track really describes the whole thing perfectly, haha. I have an insane amount of respect for all Kanato stans out there who keep up with this little brat’s selfish behavior because it couldn’t be me. However, I am excited for this CD before of the first 2-3 minutes of the track. I can already tell things are going to get intense.

Track 1 ll Track 2 ll Track 3 ll Track 4 ll Track 5 + Epilogue

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Track 1: Selfish

The scene starts outside in the garden.

*Pshhhhhh*

*Thud*

[00:17] “Here you go. I purchased this tea because I figured it would strike your fancy. Since I decided to hold a tea party, I want to thoroughly enjoy it. Take a whiff. Does it not smell wonderful? Darjeeling is very subtle in taste, yet extremely fragrant. It fits you perfectly.”

You fail to respond.

[00:46] “Say, why would you ignore me? I prepared nothing but your favorites today, yet you won’t even say a single thank you...That’s a little strange, don’t you think? Why…? How…? I might as well just enjoy the tea party by myself then.”

You remain quiet.

[01:21] “I suppose you really won’t give me a response. ...You’re acting a little off today. Or is that just my imagination? Ahー Could it be because of that moon? The moon makes us Vampires feel restless inside. Perhaps it has the same effect on humans? Fufu...Fufufufu...Ahahaha!

*Cling*

[02:23] “Come on, you should try your tea before it gets cold. It is much more delicious when enjoyed hot after all. Take a proper look at these flowers I arranged for you!”

*Rustle rustle*

*Shatter*

“Haah...I prepared all of this for you...So be delighted...and smile…Hey? Say something! Look at me! I’m begging you…!!”

You fail to respond once more.

[03:07] “Hey...I’m talking to you…! Sniffle...Uu...WHY WON’T YOU SAY ANYTHING!?”

*SHATTER*

“Ah...Uu...Hic...Aaah...Uu...Why…!? Why!? Why!? Why!? Kuh...Why did you die…? Hey? ANSWER ME!!”

*FLASHBACK STARTS*

*Rustle*

[04:06] “Haah...Scoot a little closer. How am I supposed to suck your blood like this? Did you not hear me when I said I’m feeling unwell? Even having to sit upright in bed is rough. Are you not aware of why people come to the infirmary in the first place? You’re supposed to nurse me back to health, so be a little more considerate at least! ーー Come on, hurry!”

You walk over to the bed.

[04:47] “Took you long enough, gosh…”

You frown.

“...Hm? You’re asking if I’m upset? Hah. And what exactly makes you think that?”

You shrug.

“Hmー You choose to feign ignorance, huh?”

He looks away.

[05:11] “It’s nothing. ...More importantly, hurry up, will you? It’s difficult to drink your blood when you’re standing there, spaced out. Come closer. Don’t make me have to spell it out for you.”

You hesitate.

“...Why are you acting like that? Do you want to upset me?”

You shake your head.

“If you do not, then fix that attitude of yours.”

You finally step closer.

[05:50] “Exactly. You should have just kept quiet and obeyed me from the very beginning. ...Come on, now kneel down. I’ll suck your blood.”

*Rustle*

“Keep still? Ah…”

Kanato bites you.

*Sluuuurp*

[06:22] “Mmh…It’ll hurt if you move, remember?”

*Sluuuurp*

“Nn...Hah...Didn’t I just tell you to keep still!? Aah...Or do you want it to hurt, perhaps? Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Fufufu...~ So you actually do. You’re that kind of girl after all.”

You deny his words.

[07:01] “You don’t even know that about yourself? Well, I suppose it’s fine. I’ll be so kind as to tell you. Someone did say that humans are the most ignorant when it comes to themselves after all. I assume that goes for you as well? You see, you just love pain and suffering. Give that some serious thought (1). ...That’s why you did something which would upset me...It was on purpose, obviously!”

You shake your head.

[07:52] “Oh please, don’t play dumb now! I saw it with my own eyes! You were having a rather friendly chat with him ーー with Reiji at the manor, weren’t you? Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

“Ugh…! ...Fufu...What a forced cry! You can drop the act now. I already know you aren’t opposed to the pain, since it actually makes you feel good, doesn’t it? Did you have some fun with Reiji in a similar fashion as well? Hahn…”

*Sluuuurp*

[08:36] “...Did you think I would believe you if you denied it with tears in your eyes like that? Think again! (2) ...Mmh…”

*Sluuuurp*

You start to feel faint. 

“Fufu...Are you pretending to suddenly feel faint as part of your act as well? Seems like you have become a natural at this.”

You explain.

[08:57] “You’re feeling unwell? Haha…That’s a new one.”

You ask him to stop.

“The answer is no. I’m not satisfied yet. After all, I’ve barely had any.”

You repeat that you’re feeling unwell. 

[09:19] “You still insist on acting as if you’re in pain? ...CUT IT OUT ALREADY! I mean, it doesn’t make sense for this to suddenly happen, does it!? I’ve always been able to suck this much blood without any issues! 

...Aah. I see. I get it now. You’re running low on blood because you let him feed off you, correct? That’s why you’re coming up with the random excuse of feeling unwell, am I right? That’s the only logical explanation! ...How dare you!”

Kanato continues to suck your blood as you protest.

[10:05] “If you’re so sure that I’m just misunderstanding things...Then why don’t you tell me straight up what you were talking about with Reiji yesterday!?” 

You flinch.

“...Cat got your tongue?”

You tell him. 

“You were discussing your health? ...Fufu...That’s a lie. After all, the two of you seemed rather close. Standing there together, whispering to each other.”

You look away. 

“See? You’ve gone quiet again. Do you have nothing to say!?”

You apologize.

[10:50] “Kuh...Giving me a meek apology will only add to my anger, you know? ...Well, I’m broad-minded so I don’t mind letting it slide this once. However, do not dare to even get close to him again in the future. Can you promise me that?”

You nod.

*Rustle*

“...Hah!”

He pushes you away.

*Thud*

[11:25] “Oh please, you’re overreacting. I only pushed you lightly, yet you act as if you’re about to fall over. ...There’s really no need to still keep this act up though. Good grief…”

*Rustle*

“What are you spacing out for? Come on, wrap your arms around me.”

*Rustle rustle*

[11:50] “...Took you long enough to embrace me, geez. ...Stroke my head, please. I’m exhausted after sucking your blood, so it only makes sense you reward me now, right?”

*Rustle rustle*

“Exactly, just like that...More…You belong to me. All of you. From head to toe. Down to the very last drop of blood. ...Do you understand?”

You nod.

[12:33] “All you need to do is be with me. ...Forever.”

*Rustle*

“...Say? You don’t think we’re done, do you? We still haven’t discussed how you will apologize to me, have we?”

You tilt your head to the side.

[12:58] “That should be a given. You had the nerve to upset me after all. Right. I suppose I’ll have you prepare me a sweet feast. Homemade, of course. A cake doused in plenty of whipped cream, cookies, and chocolate...Oh, pudding as well!”

You agree, promising him you’ll try your best.

“Fufu~ I don’t know how they’ll turn out, however, you better make them delicious. That’s all. ...Understood?”

You nod.

“Fufufu...I’m looking forward to it~”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) 胸に手を当てる or ‘mune ni te o ateru’ literally means ‘to put one’s hand on one’s chest/heart’ and is used when telling someone to think very deeply about something. (As if to look inside their own heart)

(2) 甘い or ‘amai’ doesn’t always mean ‘sweet’, but mean ‘weak’ or ‘naive’ as well.

[alsjeblieft-zeg]

408 of 2022

1) I have green eyes. 2) I come from a rich family. 3) I have a Deadjournal. 4) I know how to operate a vehicle correctly. 5) I have been in more than 2 car accidents in the past 12 months. 6) I have a motorcycle permit or license. 7) My father is over 50. 8) I have a boyfriend/girlfriend. (married) 9) I listen to rap music. 10) I’ve never done anything I say I really regret. 11) I cheated on one of my exes and they don’t know about it to this day. 12) I slept in a bathroom once. 13) My favorite color is neon orange. 14) My school colors were red and white. 15) I wish I knew my mother better. 16) I look older than I really am. 17) I am a Scorpio. 18) I detest spiders with every fiber of my being. 19) I am pro-choice. 20) I consider myself to be an intelligent person. 21) I was alive in 1989. 22) I have a broken heart. 23) I remember a lot about my first love. 24) I will die and bring no secrets to my grave. 25) I hate driving on ice or in snow. 26) I am Japanese. 27) I speak a language most people don’t understand. 28) My vision is perfect. 29) My favorite band is From First To Last. 30) I am left-handed. (was) 31) My favorite drink is Mountain Dew. 32) I am a Grammar Nazi and I am proud of it. 33) I don’t have a twitter. And I’m cool with that. 34) I am single. 35) I am pretty personable. 36) I let moodiness take over sometimes. 37) My mother is well taken care of. 38) My father makes more money than my mother does. 39) I play the lottery 40) I only like dark chocolate. 41) I have eaten already today. 42) I want to conquer the world and rename it something else. 43) I am a virgin. 44) My favorite animal would not make a good pet. 45) I often contemplate throwing my computer out the window. 46) I have a distaste for anything made with cheese. 47) I am hispanic. 48) I hate chores. 49) I am a neat freak. 50) My hair is brown 51) I am short. 52) I am afraid of dying. 53) I love someone very dearly and would give my life for them. 54) My email is not hotmail, yahoo, or aol. 55) I have been seriously depressed in the past. 56) I have had the Chicken Pox 57) I enjoy reading the newspaper. 58) I like online shopping better than going to the mall or to the store. 59) My place of work is less than 20 miles from my home. 60) I have social anxiety. 61) I’m lazy. 62) I am too nice for my own good. 63) I really should be doing something else. 64) I like to debate. 65) I enjoy/enjoyed high school. 66) I think that I am nice-looking or sexually desireable. 67) I clean my room at least once a month. 68) I’ve lived in an apartment. 69) I like the city more than the country. 70) I listen to country music. 71) I am listening to music right now. 72) I’ve been to a rock concert. 73) I like listening to wind chimes. 74) I have been skinny dipping before. 75) I wanted to be a super hero when I was little. 76) I remember being born. 77) I don’t trust politicians. 78) My hair has been dyed in the past year. 79) I have 2 or more piercings. 80) I am female. 81) I love being different. 82) I’m incredibly sarcastic. 83) I like to play videogames. 84) I am lactose intolerant. 85) I keep a journal. 86) I’m sensitive. 87) I cry more than most people think I do. 88) My favorite movie genre is Comedy. 89) I have sang in public before. 90) I enjoy dancing. 91) I’ve gone clubbing with friends. 92) I am 18 or older. 93) I have never tried to do a cartwheel. 94) My dad made me a treehouse when I was younger. 95) My mother drives a truck. 96) I wanted to be a lawyer when I was younger. 97) I watch CSI. 98) I want to dye my hair an unnatural color. 99) I have wasted more than 5 minutes on this survey. 100) I watch football on Sundays.

[aubreyprc]

when I cheated it did

46 - are they really just a friend

summary - during hotch and haley’s separation, he has a thing with Emily. Haley pulls him up about it when he comes to her about the divorce papers and one confession later, he lands right back at emilys door once again.

word count - 2.6k - the way this was just supposed to be the hotch / haley scene and now it’s ?? this is just an example of how unwell i am in my head <33

She always told herself that no matter what she did, who she slept with or who she became she would never be the other woman never be the reason a child never saw their father, never be the reason why a child should grow up the same way she had to, never be part of an affair, yet when she finds herself sleeping with her married boss, she tells herself its okay because he's separated, that its not an affair if his wife left him, that she isn't the other woman if the wife is out of the picture, even if the couple still wear the rings on their fingers, even if they're still legally married.

She tells herself its fine because he and Haley are separated, she tells herself its different because Hotch still see's his son, she tells herself she isn't like the woman her father married after leaving her and her mother because she would never allow Hotch to abandon his family, she tells herself its not an affair, that its not the same, because otherwise the guilt would eat her alive, she tells herself its different because she can't end it, and the minute she allows herself to register that, separated or not, he is married she would have to.

"You okay?" he asks as he steps into the bathroom. He stands behind her, placing soft kisses on her neck as he wraps her in his arms, his hand locking over her abdomen as she smirks at him through the mirror, tilting her head to the side as he began to undo her robe with a playful smirk of his own. Laughing, she leans her back into him, resting against his chest safely as he places a kiss on her cheek.

"Yeah," she sighs contently, lacing her fingers through his own with a raised eyebrow, stopping him from pulling the robe open. He walks them backwards, a smile on his lips as he presses them into her neck, only to be interrupted by his phone and he curses his under breath as he digs through his pockets to find it, still keeping her wrapped up in him with one arm over her waist.

"Hotchner," he answers, winking at her when their eyes catch in the mirror. "Of course, we will be right in." he says, ending the call as quickly as he answered it. "We have a case." he tells her, kissing her cheek before exiting the bathroom, and she simply watches him go, a small smile on her face as her cheek burns from the touch of his lips, has to force herself to remember that this is casual, that they can't that they never will be anything more than what they are now, reminds herself that he will go back to Haley, and reminds herself that if she gets attached, she will get hurt, and pushes down her feelings, refusing to acknowledge the ache in her chest at the thought of this... them being over.

They, of course, spend their nights together in the hotel. He makes sure to get a room at the end of the hall, away from prying eyes and ears and in different cities he can take her hand in the hotel bar when the team have left, he can kiss her softly in the streets in the dark when he sneaks them both out in the dead of night, in different cities when the team isn't around he can pretend their not a secret, she can pretend there are no consequence's and they can pretend its just them.

They make plans to go to her place, the two of them denying drinks with the team for different reasons with a sneaky look to each other that no one notices and they're halfway out of the door when he's served with the papers, and suddenly nothing about them feels the way it had over the last three months and she can only watch him go as the knot in her stomach tightens, can only creep past the team and rush into the bathroom and breathe, leaning her head against the door as she tries to calm down, her heart hammering in her chest while she closes her eyes, taking deep breaths in hope that it will get rid of her nausea. Her mind spins, memories of them flashing in front of her eyes and she wants to scream, unsure of where this leaves them... leaves her.

-

Hotch all but storms out of the office and towards his car, slamming the door behind him as he throws the papers onto the passenger seat, embarrassment igniting in his body at what just happened. He’s their boss and now his personal life will be spreading like wild fire around the office, something he never wanted. He drives with fury, his whole body running on fumes as he thinks back to the look of pity written on all their faces. Yet, that embarrassment changes to something he can’t quite describe, an ache in his gut, as his mind lands on Emily. He curses to himself as he realises he left without so much as a glance in her direction, already hating how he knows exactly what she is thinking, about how fragile her trust is, especially in him, in them, the unsurety of their... situation something that lingers between them whenever they are together, even if it does go ignored.

He wonders for half a moment, why in the same hour he was handed divorce papers, he is far more concerned with Emily, about how she is, about how they are, but the moment ends as he pulls up outside his old home; he grabs the papers, the anger and embarrassment swooping right back in, taking over.

He knocks on the door of the house that just four months ago, used to be his own and waits, taking a breath as the lock clicks.

“What are you doing here?” Haley asks as she opens the door. “Jack’s asleep.”

“You didn’t think to call me before you had divorce papers sent to the office?” he asks, holding up the papers. “Do you know how humiliating that is?”

“I didn’t know where else to send them.” she explains.

“You could have called. I would-"

“I could have called?” she laughs, “Aaron, I don’t even know if you’re in the city half the time. I knew if I sent them to the office, at least you’d find them.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he says, shaking his head, “Not only do you not even talk to me about separating in the first place, but you throw these in my face as well?”

“Will you stop shouting?” she hisses, pulling him inside with his sleeves. “You’re doing to attract the neighbours.”

“I don’t care about the neighbours,” he mutters, throwing the papers into the glass table and turning to face her. “You should have called me.”

“Why?” she questions, “I’ve given you months, to try and fix this, to do something that shows you still care but I’ve had nothing from you, not unless it’s about Jack.” she sighs, “I don’t have anymore time to give you, Aaron.”

“Would it have changed anything? If I’d have tried harder?” he questions.

When she looks to the ground, he has his answer, and all of a sudden he doesn’t feel that guilty about Emily anymore.

“Then I guess it’s a good job I didn’t waste my time trying.” he tells her and she scoffs, shaking her head.

“God you,” she stops, looking at him, “You really don’t get it do you?”

“Get what?”

“That I didn’t just wait three months for you, Aaron. I feel like I've been waiting for you ever since you made Unit Chief three years ago.” she tells him, “It’s like we were never enough for you, you always had to be somewhere else.”

“I was doing my job-"

“Yeah,” she says, “I know. I’m not having this argument with you again.” Haley tells him, “I’m sorry I didn’t call you about the papers, I should have warned you I was filing for divorce.”

It almost seems then that there’s nothing left to say, that if almost ten years of marriage has come down to an argument in the living room of a house he no longer lives in when she speaks again.

“You don’t feel you have anything to apologise for?” Haley questions, and his head snaps up to look at her.

“What?” he says, “Of course I do, I have a lot to apologise for but..”

“But?” she laughs.

“But I’m not going to stand here and take the blame for the fall out of our marriage when we know full well you stepped out months before you walked out.” he tells her and she stares at him with shock.

“You don’t get to throw that in my face,” She hisses at him, “You don’t get to act like you haven’t been— I may have made some mistakes but do not stand there and tell me you hadn't thought about doing the same thing.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about Emily..” she shouts, “are they really just a friend?” she asks him, “You must think I’m stupid. And don’t stand here and tell me the two of you aren’t something, I’ve seen the two of you, don’t make me out to be the cheater here.”

“You slept with someone else, Haley. While we were together. This is not the same."

“I needed someone, Aaron. And you weren’t here.” she shouts, “You were never here.”

“So that makes it okay?” he shouts back.

“No.” she sighs, anger boiling beneath her skin, “but how many times do I have to tell that when I cheated it didn’t mean anything?” she asks him loudly. He turns to face her, seeing complete red as they come to blows for the first time since she walked out.

“Well then that’s a waste, because when I cheated it did.” he says back to her, before taking a breath, watching as she nods her head slowly and wipes her tears. "I—"

"I guess you were right then," she says softly, "its certainly not the same..."

"Haley—"

"Don't," she tells him, "do you love her?" she asks, and he drops his head to the floor because he didn't have an answer, he didn't know. The only word he can think being maybe.

"Then there's nothing left to say," she says quietly, "we can't come back from this, Aaron. We were over the moment she joined the team... we were over the moment we both found comfort with someone else." she walks over to him, places her hand in his as they look at each other. “Sign the papers, Aaron. Set us free." she whispers, before smiling sadly and walking away, he simply watches, before grabbing the papers and walking out of the door, drives mindlessly with no destination in mind while he replays the moment his marriage ended once and for all.

When I had cheated it didn't mean anything.

When I cheated it did.

-

He finds himself parking in front of her apartment, as if he had driven there unconsciously and he sighs, closing his eyes as he leans his head against the back of the seat. With a deep breath he composes himself, looks at the papers and gets out of the car, heading into her building with the hope that she would at least just talk to him.

-

She’s in her own little bubble, wrapped up in an old sweatshirt as she stares out of the window, blowing the smoke from her mouth when three knocks at her door spook her out of her trance. She flicks the cigarette out of the window and stands, pulling the jumper down over her shorts as she heads towards the door, looking through the peep hole she sighs as he sees him, leaning her head on the door before she opens it, resting against the frame as he stands in front of her.

“Hi,” she says softly, “you okay?”

“Yeah,” he replies in such a delicate tone she swears she’s never heard from him before. “I was hoping we could talk?”

“What’s there to talk about?” she asks, dropping the side of her head onto the door frame as she wraps an arm around her front.

“Us...” he says hesitatingly, knowing putting a name on them at this stage is risky.

“Aaron...” she sighs, looking to the floor. “Us, is a string of late night hook up’s in hotels across the country, a hand full in my apartment, behind closed doors...” she tells him, “We’re casual sex at best. You have a family, a son, a wife.”

“A wife who’s filing for divorce.” he reminds her, “Please, can we just talk?”

She looks at him, opening the door wider and stepping aside as he walks through.

“Have you been smoking?” he asks as she follows him through the hall.

“I’m not nineteen anymore,” she smirks, “you can’t tell my mother.”

“I never did.” he says with a playful smile of his own, “You were just lousy at hiding it.”

“Yes well, it seems I was lousy about hiding a lot of things.” she jokes, “Do you want a drink?”

“Sure,” he says, taking the beer from her with a smile. “I thought you quit?” he asks her, tilting his head towards the open window.

“I did,” She says, “For a little while.” there’s almost a sadness in her voice, one that makes him stare just that little bit longer at her, noticing that she almost can’t meet his eye. “I guess I’m a sucker for bad habits." she mumbles, meeting his eye finally and he simply smiles.

"What are you doing here, Aaron?" she sighs, "I can't kept doing this dance with you, I—" she stops, shaking her head, "what do you want from me?"

"Nothing," he tells her, "I just wanted you to know that there is an us, that this isn't just casual anymore... that we are something, that we can be something." he adds, looking at her as she stares back at him, hesitance written all over her face. "Give me time, let me get Jack through the transition... and I will come back to you. We can try, properly." he tells her, smiling when she lets out a laugh, her own smile growing on her face. "I'm signing the papers. Not for you. Not for us. But for me. For Haley. For Jack." he tells her, "my marriage was over long before you were became part of the picture. It's time." he says, standing right in front of her and he smiles. "Maybe in a few months I can take you on that date I promised..." he whispers and she smirks.

"You never promised to take me on a date." she tells him softly, and he places a finger under her chin, leaning forward slightly.

"I have now." he whispers, before kissing her. "Give me thirty days." he tells her as they separate, and she laughs.

"Okay." she accepts, "I only eat in fancy restaurants." she tells him as he heads for the door and he turns, smiling at her.

"Noted." he winks, before leaving her apartment, hope building in both of their chests for a future together they can now work for, rather than ignore. 

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I was wondering if you could do a smut and fluff fanfic of JD x Veronica or JD x fem or gn!reader. Whatever suits you the most!

Fluff 25: you’re so clingy. I love it.

Smut 17: You’re the only person i’d fuck like this

So, third time's a charm. I've been writing this since last week and every damn time I get close to finishing it, my computer decides to either shut down or just magically rid the screen of all my progress. I'm attempting to write this for the third time lmao. Oh, btw I chose JD x Fem! Reader. Also, while writing this, my dumbass was trying to print a school paper and I totally forgot how Word works. Long story short, I clicked the print button like 46 times and had a fucking marathon to get the damn printer to stop printing. WARNINGS: Smut, swearing, mentions of suicide (the faked ones and actual suicidal feelings), murder, and oral (on female) MINORS DON'T INTERACT! Y/N flipped through the dusty old textbook for the third time that hour. As she skimmed the lines, she'd look for those 'check your knowledge!' questions and quiz herself. It was already almost midnight and she had to get up early for yearbook the next morning. Since the year was coming to an end, yearbooks were coming out soon and it was total chaos around the printers. This year, three popular students had killed themselves. In turn, each of those students were getting a two-page spread. When Y/N first heard that she rolled her eyes. Heather Chandler, Kurt Kelly, and Ram Sweeney didn't kill themselves. Y/N's boyfriend killed them. It totally backfired considering everyone treated the mentions of those three dead students as they were God herself. "Knock, knock!" Speak of the devil. "What, JD? I'm trying to study. If you haven't noticed, we've got finals coming up and I'd like to pass them," snapped Y/N. JD frowned and closed the window he had just came through in. "Y'know, Y/N, this much stress is just going to drive you mad." Y/N rolled her eyes and continued to try and grasp calculus. JD was silent for a few minutes before he appeared at her side with his signature smirk. "I could help you destress, y'know." Y/N nodded and JD quickly pushed everything off her desk. His arms wrapped around her waist and set her on the desk before quickly yanking off the gray joggers she wore. In another swift movement, Y/N's panties were thrown somewhere and JD's tongue was inside of her. Y/N gasped at the feeling of JD sucking at her folds. A hand tightly yanked at his hair. "Fuck- JD!" JD growled into her core, a hiccup of moans getting caught in Y/N's throat. JD hid no pride in knowing how fast he made her moan. His tongue flicked her clit back and forth, applying as much pressure as he could. Y/N could only tug at his hair and moan. It had been so long since she felt that familiar knot in her stomach. "You're the only person I'd fuck like this," growled JD. JD seemed to sense this because he moved his tongue even faster, lapping up all her juices. "Jason- oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" Y/N released and JD quickly cleaned her with his tongue as she rode out her orgasm. Soon, JD handed her the sweatpants she had been wearing when he first came in. "I'm going to go get you some food. Just relax until I get back," ordered JD. Y/N opened her mouth to protest but JD quickly added, "Please take a break, love. You're overworking yourself." Y/N sighed and pulled on her sweatpants. "I'm gonna miss you if you just leave now. Can I come with you?" asked Y/N. JD chuckled and held out a hand. "You're so clingy. I love it. I love you." Y/N squeezed his hand. "And I love you."

[bqstqnbruin]

28 and 46 w matty??

Happy blurb weekend!

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28. “Hold me. Please.”

46. “Your skin is so soft.”

Word Count: 591

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“Hold me, please,” you asked Matthew, having knocked on his door, a sobbing mess that he was expected to encounter this early in the morning on one of the few nights when he was supposed to be sleeping in. Matthew did as you asked, pulling you close to him while he did his best to comfort you even though he had no clue why you were crying in the first place.

“Y/N, you have to tell me what’s wrong.”

You sat quietly for a minute, almost too embarrassed to even say why you were crying. “Dalton’s been writing letters to his ex-girlfriend.”

“That seems old fashioned, but why?”

“They’re love letters.”

“Oh.”

You had been over your boyfriend’s place when you found one of her own letters sitting on the coffee table, just put in the open for anyone and everyone to see. You had never gotten a love letter of your own, at least not the old handwritten ones that you hear about in movies, the hero male trying to woo the beautiful woman who, despite telling him she wanted nothing to do with him, eventually falls for him and they live happily ever after.

“Then I found the one he was writing, talking about he would never stop thinking about what it was like when they were together, wishing that he could touch her and hold her one last time, that if he misses the idea of being so in love with a person that nothing they could do could make someone love them less. He even told her ‘your skin is so soft, the feeling of it against mine was a feeling I don’t think I could ever forget,’” you quote to him.

“Do people actually talk like that?” Matthew asks you.

“Sometimes when you’re in love, there aren’t enough words to really say how you feel.”

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You had just gotten home from work, checking your mail from the night before to see if there was anything interesting or just another letter from a credit card company asking you to open an account with them.

Only one piece of mail was worth your interest, Matthew’s chicken scratch on the envelope covering the piece of paper inside.

‘Y/N,

You told me last night that you had never gotten a love letter. You also said that sometimes when you love someone, it can be hard to find the words to really tell that person you love how you’re feeling.

Well, now I’m going to try.

Dalton wasn’t good enough for you, and I’m glad you see that now. I wish you didn’t have to find out the way you did, because seeing you cry was more painful than any injury I’ve gotten.

God, this is probably the worst love letter you could have gotten, but you already knew I’m not the best with words.

I remember the day I met you, seeing you at the bar with Dalton. I knew you had a boyfriend, given how he was practically attached to you, but I still knew that I had to get to know you despite falling in love with you right then and there. Every day you came over to my place, or texted me to hang out, called me just to have someone to talk to, I fell more in love with you.

You just broke up with Dalton, so I’m not asking for anything right now. But when you’re ready, if you want. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you, Y/N.

Love,

Matthew.

[honeyapplepi]

The Knight’s Court

warnings: none

royalty au, in game au,

> As soon to be ruler of their kingdom, Y/N L/N is newly appointed with knights to protect them. Y/N quickly comes to find out it’s hard to fall in love with someone you’re not supposed to especially when you’re betrothed to another.

a/n: I’ve already written the first couple parts so those will be coming out in the next couple days, but after that I don’t really have a schedule.

sapnap x gn!reader, wilbur x gn!reader (later on)

masterlist | part two

You were standing on your balcony looking out onto the kingdom. It was getting late, so dinner would be soon. Your servant, George would come in any minute to tell you. You were slightly nervous since your father told you he had an important thing to discuss. With your coronation coming up in a month it was most likely to discuss that. As much as you loved being royalty, which truly you did, you were nervous about becoming ruler.

The neighboring kingdom, L’Manberg had a new king, and people were beginning to compare his rule to your father’s. Maybe that’s what he wanted to talk about. You didn’t have much more time to think before George came in.

“Y/N, dinner is about to be served,” George said. As your servant, he was supposed to call you “your majesty”, but you didn’t like it since the two of you were actually close. You just nodded and muttered a thank you before quickly going to wash your hands.

After you were finished getting ready, you walked down the staircase and into the dining hall of the castle. Your father was sitting at the head of the table waiting for you. Once you sat down the servants put down plates of salad in front of you and your father.

“What did you want to talk about?,” you asked. You weren’t trying to be impatient, but you were very curious about what it was.

“We’ll talk about it afterwards,” your father answered. You now wanted to rush your entire meal, but you knew that would do no good as your father had to be finished too.

You ate your salad as you usually wood. The servants bringing in your main course, steak, after both you and your father were done with your appetizer. Once you were both done the servants quickly picked up the plates and took them back to the kitchen. They didn’t come back and your father quietly told the butler to leave for a moment.

“Y/N, as you know, your coronation is coming up soon, and with a new rule in L’Manberg who knows what could happen. That is why i’ve hired two knights to be your guards until at least a month after your coronation,” your father said. It wasn’t as bad as what you thought, but you were still very confused by the news.

“What does L’Manberg’s new king have to do with my coronation?,” you asked.

“Well, I’m quite worried. Their king has only been ruling for a month or two now and there are already rumors about him wanting to take our kingdom,” your father said. Your father quickly started speaking again when he noticed the worried look on your face.

“Now, don’t worry. We don’t know if these sources are credible, but just to be safe,” you nodded at your father’s words. Surely the rumors couldn’t be true. The new king was the old king’s son and the old king wanted nothing but peace between the two kingdoms.

“They will be arriving tomorrow afternoon and I expect you to greet them with me at 7pm sharp. I’m also going to be giving you a new curfew. Now, you’ll have to be home by 9pm,” your father continued.

It had been thirty minutes since you left the dining hall. Now you were laying on your bed with George explaining the conversation you had earlier.

“You really had no idea?,” you asked him. Most the time news travelled through the castle quickly.

“Nope. Well, I heard something about the possibility of new guards, but nothing about them being for you,” George told you.

“Did your dad tell you anything about them. They might be cute,” George said.

“No, he didn’t, and I doubt it. They’re probably, I don’t know, thirty year old men,” you answered George. The likelihood of your guards being cute or even your age was very slim.

“Well, we’ll find out tomorrow. Anyways, it’s getting late I better be going to bed,” George said sitting up. You gave him a look before looking at your clock.

“It’s only 9:46,” you told him.

“I need my beauty sleep,” George answered before standing up from your bed and leaving.

You rolled your eyes before saying a goodnight to George. A few minutes after George’s leave you went to un-light all your lanterns besides the one on your bedside table. Before lying back down on your bed you closed your glass doors that led out to your balcony.

The idea of having guards following you around was a little weird. Your father had a pretty chill reign. The servants were allowed to call you by your name, and the only guards were at the front door. You were hoping that whoever the guards were were chill. You really didn’t boring stoic people just following you around all day.

The whole idea of needing guards was kind of scary. Especially because of what your dad had said. You didn’t know too much about L’Manberg’s new king. His name was Wilbur, and apparently you would play with him and his brother Technoblade when you were around 6, but you don’t really remember anything.

No offense to your kingdom, but you couldn’t really see the desire in wanting it. It wasn’t the highest in economy, and it didn’t have a lot of weapons or an army. It wasn’t even that big. You decided to un-light your last lit lantern and go to sleep not wanting your worry to ruin your sleep schedule. 

The next morning your servants woke you up as usual and helped you get ready. Once you were ready you made your way to the dining hall for breakfast. Your father was already seated and waiting for you, and almost as soon as you sat down a plate of food was sat on the table in front of you.

“Any plans for today?,” your father asked which was slightly suspicious since breakfast was usually silent.

“Niki and I plan to have picnic later. That’s about it,” you said before going to take a bite of your food.

“Hmm, well be safe,” your father told you. You responded with a nod.

Once you were finished with breakfast you left the dining hall and went back to your room. You had awhile before you would go to meet Niki and decided to read to pass the time. After a few hours passed, you readied a basket and went to meet Niki at her bakery.